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Copyright (C) Clayton 1997.
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Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described herein
was carried out, this document details fantasies that took place
late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that no
fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.
Besides, I derive much pleasure from the company of children,
playing with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going
to risk this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure.
If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to
tell you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're
going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your
parents find you in possession of this document or your cum
causes your space bar to stop working.
If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country,
then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of
"parents".
If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any
other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as
much as possible. People like you who would force others to fit
your narrow minded little world views are a blight upon the
landscape. My personal philosophy is that of "Rational Anarchy"
ie. anyone should feel free to do as they please such that their
actions do not adversely impact on the lives of others.
Chapter 10 - THE LAST NIGHT.
"That was cruel." I chide Katy, as the sound of the engine disappears into
the distance.
"I know," she replies cheerfully, "but I found out what I wanted to know."
"And what might that be?"
"Who's going to fuck me after you go home." she answers, "The second time I
sat on his cock it was already as stiff as a board. It must have been hard
the whole time I was sitting in his lap. I think he likes little girls."
"Yes, but what you don't know is just how scared he is right now, because
of your shorts." I say, "You saw him didn't you Lena?"
"Uh huh. he looked terrible." she confirm.
"Well I'm sorry about that, that bit really was an accident." Katy says
soberly.
"I know," I tell her, "and that's the only reason you aren't bent over my
knee right now feeling the back of the hairbrush."
"Is he going to be all right?" Katy asks.
"He should be, so long as you don't tease him and never breath a word of
what happened to anybody."
"Oh I won't." she replies.
"Well come on, Let's get back inside." I say, leading the way.
Back inside, Lena and I take seats on the couch and Katy sits before us,
briefly flashing her pussy as she draws her knees up inside her windcheater
and pulls her arms inside too.
"Why was he so scared?" she asks looking up at me.
"Because he DOES like little girls," I reply, "and he's shit scared that
other people will find out."
"Really!" she squeals excitedly, "How do you know?"
"Because you scare him when you don't wear any knickers and scare him even
more when you do wear them." I tell her.
"Why?" she asks confused.
"Because when you wear a skirt, he knows you hardly ever wear knickers
underneath, so he thinks about what's underneath. And when you do wear
knickers, they are usually soaking wet so he can ALMOST see what's
underneath. A nearly naked girl or woman can excite a man even more than
when she is completely naked, especially if he keeps getting hints of what
is hidden."
"Think about it this way. Say there are a lot of women at the beach
without any tops on. What do the men do?"
"They look, but they don't really take much notice." she answers, "Except
for the teenage boys of course."
"Fair enough. Now what happens if the women put on T-shirts and soak them
with water."
"Oh I get it. All of the men stare." she squeals, her eyes widening in
comprehension. "So because he can almost see my pussy, he gets even more
excited than if I took them off and waved my pussy in his face."
"No not quite," I correct her, "if you wave your pussy at him, you're
saying 'Hey look at this.' and forcing him to take notice, but if someone
just runs around in the nude, well you get used to it and stop noticing it
after a while."
"Uncle Liam's problem is even worse though, he likes to look at naked or
nearly naked little girls and he feels guilty, because he knows everyone
thinks it's wrong. And because he feels it's wrong, he's always going to
notice."
"How am I going to get him to fuck me then?" she asks.
"I don't suppose there's any point in telling you not to try?" I say.
"Nope." she replies blithely.
"I thought as much." I sigh, "Well I can guarantee that you'll never get
anywhere with him if there's anybody else around and after tonight you are
going to have a lot of trouble even if you are alone with him." I tell her.
"There's one thing I want you to promise me too: If you do manage to seduce
him, and he ever hurts you, I want you to tell somebody you can trust about
it, even if you have to tell them about me too."
"I will, I'll be very careful." she promises seriously. "Now I've just got
to think how to do it. In the meantime though," she says rolling onto her
back and pulling her glistening pussy lips apart with equally wet fingers,
"YOU can fuck me."
"No!" Lena objects strenuously clutching my arm and holding on tight.
"Liam's coming early tomorrow, this is the last time we're going to be able
to do it and I want him to fuck me properly one last time." She looks up
into my face, "So long as you promises not to cum in me, then you can do it
in Katy."
"Now that could be fun." I say smiling and hug Lena tight, "I can fuck you
silly and dump my load in my very own, personal sperm receptacle."
"That's me," Katy giggles, wriggling out of her windcheater, "a sperm
bank." She springs to her feet, grabs my free hand and starts tugging. "Now
hurry up and fuck her so you can make a deposit."
Giggling, Lena jumps up and between the two of them they haul me to my feet
Two pair of eager little hands strip my windcheater off, then begin
fumbling at the stud on my jeans. They giggle as their fingers become
entangled in each other, but neither of them is prepared to give way to the
other. Finally, Lena solves the problem by grabbing the waistband tightly
in one hand and giving Katy a shove towards the mattress with the other.
Katy's arms windmill as she tries to regain her balance and she almost
manages it when her heel hits the edge of the mattress and she goes over
backwards with a squeal. Then taking advantage of the momentum, she brings
her legs up and over her head. Threading her arms between them, she curls
herself even tighter and pokes her tongue out at us. The after a few
moments of impudent tongue waggling, she starts lashing at her gleaming
clitoris, teasing it out of it's hood until it stands rigidly to attention
between her swollen labia.
For the moment, Lena has forgotten me and stands staring at Katy's lewd
display, the tips of her fingers tucked into the top of my jeans. Katy's
incredible show gets to me too, and there is a stirring in my jeans as the
blood rushes to my cock. A few moment's later it has hardened enough for
the tip to brush against Lena's fingertips and she remembers what she was
doing.
Her eyes remain riveted to Katy's flickering tongue as she fumbles the snap
open with an unnaturally loud pop. A moment later her fingers freeze on my
fly, as Katy's spine crackles and lips meet lips, completely engulfing her
clitoris. Katy suckles for a few moments, then lifts her head and crows,
"I did it, I can suck myself off."
Unable to reply, we continue to stare and Katy returns to practicing her
newfound skill. Then with a grunt and more pops she pulls herself even
tighter and drags her tongue from her clit to her weeping vagina and
thrusts her tongue deep inside her body, slurping hungrily at the sweet
juices that flow so freely.
I watch Katy's incredibly erotic display of youthful flexibility for a few
seconds more then say tot Lena in a conversational tone, "You know, If she
keeps that up she's going to disappear up her own bum."
Exactly as I'd intended, Katy hears me and she starts giggling into her
pussy as Lena collapses in a boneless heap at my feet, dragging my jeans
down with her. As Katy's giggles become louder and more uncontrolled, her
legs slip from her grasp and she uncoils explosively.
"Don't do that!" she berates me, once she has recovered enough breath to do
so.
"Do what?" I ask innocently.
"Talk while I've got my mouth full." she replies and I join Lena on the
floor.
When I recover enough to lift my head, I look up to see Katy standing over
me, slowly diddling her clit. As I watch an iridescent droplet of her
sweet fluids detaches itself from her tightly closed labia and falls to hit
my cheek. Giggling, she continues to play with her tumescent clitoris,
using her free hand to part her labia. Immediately, more of her juices
begin to seep from the tiny hole between her legs, gathering in twin pearly
globules that on glisten in the dim yellow light of the hurricane lantern
set on the coffee table.
I open my mouth and extend my tongue and a moment later the first sweet
pearl falls, landing in the corner of my mouth. I gather it up with my
tongue, moaning in delight at the exquisite, honeyed flavour of her sexual
secretions. I manage to get my tongue directly under the second globule of
her delightful emissions.
As I savour the ambrosial taste, more gleaming droplets begin to fall. I
catch a few more on my tongue, then Katy giggles wickedly and waggles her
hips back and forth, shaking a veritable cascade of her oh so sweet juices
free. The sweet oily discharge coats my face from brow to chin, blurring
my sight as some of it fills my eyes.
I squeeze my eyelids shut and when I open them a moment later, I flinch at
the sight of Lena's rapidly approaching face. She proceeds to lick my face
clean of Katy's sweet juices. A moment later I see movement out of the
corners of my eyes as Katy lowers herself to rub her pussy against the back
of Lena's head.
Lena's busy little tongue eagerly explores my face, lapping at my brow then
flickering with feather light touches over my eyelids as she gathers up
Katy's sweet nectar. She swirls her tongue wetly over my cheeks and
teasingly flicks at the corners of my mouth. Giggling, she moves down to
my chin when I open my lips and attempt to capture her tongue between them.
A moment later she straighten, lifting Katy, squealing, on her shoulders.
"You need a shave." she informs me with a giggle as Katy steps down.
"Really?" I ask mildly, then dive on her, my fingers stabbing at her ribs.
"Let's get these clothes off her Katy."
Shrieking with laughter, Lena struggles weakly in my grasp, and not many
seconds later she is as bare as Katy and I, curled in a tight little ball,
in an attempt to protect her ribs from our fingers. Gathering her in my
arms I dump her on the mattress and roll her onto her back, whereupon, I
begin to lightly chew and nibble on the swollen, wet labia thus revealed.
As soon as my lips make contact with her saturated pussy, she makes the
mistake of extending her legs on either side of my head. I take one of her
swollen inner labia between my teeth and start pulling on it like a dog
playing tug-o-war, scrubbing the two day growth on my cheeks against the
soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She squeals in outrage at this
assault and tries to pull her legs clear, but Katy catches her ankles and
holds her legs in place.
Releasing her engorged pussy lip, I press my face in close and noisily
munch away at her soaking wet gash, sometimes covering her entire pussy
with my mouth as I plunge my tongue deep into her body and at other times,
sucking hard on the distended, flushed flesh of her labia. Moaning, she
humps her pussy up at me and I press my lips against the slick skin
surrounding her swollen clit. Then taking a deep breath through my nose, I
blow hard, making a wet farting noise that vibrates her clitoris with
incredible force.
Howling, she rolls her hips forwards, causing my lips to slip lower and
cover her vaginal entrance. A moment her legs clamp on my ears with
bruising forces as she ejaculates directly into my mouth. Sucking
hungrily, I nurse on her convulsing vulva, collecting her sweet, ambrosial
spend in my mouth and eagerly drinking it down.
A few moments later her legs relax and I extricate myself from their grasp.
Sitting back on my heels, I admire my handiwork for a few moments, before
noticing that a damp patch is growing beneath her still flexing buttocks.
Katy notices me looking around, and guessing my wants, she grabs my towel
and throws it at me.
I spread the towel out over the bedspread and lift Lena's limp body onto
it, arranging her with her thighs pulled up sideways, at right angles to
her body. I gaze lustfully at the sweet, oozing gash that I will soon be
violating, taking in the slight flush of her thighs where my incipient
beard has scraped, the swollen, brick red flesh of her enormous piss flaps,
protruding from between the soft, creamy swell of her outer labia. Her
little pearl of delight has retreated into its hood at the top of her pussy
and crowning it all is the dark, matted mass of her silk pubes.
Feeling my gaze, she cranes her neck to look at me, a pleading expression
suffusing her features. Teasingly, I continue to stare at her young pussy
for a few moments longer before relenting and crawling up over her body.
As I approach a sudden thought enters my mind and I gather the towel on
either side of her hips in my hands. Transferring it to one hand, I lift
her clear of the mattress and slide a pillow under her backside, making her
pussy even more accessible.
Then pushing her legs back out to the sides, I resume my journey, until U
am hovering over her. the tip of my swollen cock lightly resting on her
mound. Slowly rocking my hips back and forth, I tease her clit from hiding
by sliding my engorged glans from just above the entrance to her vagina, up
to the soft mat beginning to cover her pubis and back.
Finally tormented beyond endurance, Lena bucks her hips up at me as I reach
the lowest part of my stroke and captures the tip of my cock within the
slick, tight clasp of her vagina. As soon as I feel the warm, sweet
embrace of her adolescent cunt, I drive the rest of my rampant prick home
with a single, swift thrust.
"Fuck!" Lena screams at the sudden intrusion, "Do it again! Fuck me hard,
I want to know I've been fucked!"
Nothing loath, I draw back and pound into her with even greater force and
grind my hips in a small circle at the bottom of my stroke, crushing her
clit between us. "Yesss!" she hisses between clenched teeth, "Again.
Harder."
I pull back until the tip of my cock barely remains within her, waiting,
enduring the exquisite caress as Lena deliberately flexes the muscles of
her cunt. Finally, she can bear no more. "Fuck me!" she begs, "put it
back, I want to feel your cock inside me."
I wait a moment longer, until the muscles of her pussy begin to tighten,
then force my way back into her, my howl of delight joining hers, as the
shock of my sudden re-entry causes those muscles to spasm around my
invading shaft, trapping me deep within her body. Howling incoherently,
she gyrates her hips beneath me, wrenching at my trapped member, as she
grinds her clit with bruising force against my pubic bone.
When the muscles insheathing me finally relax, I begin thrusting my rock
hard pork sword in and out of her body with deep, penetrating strokes.
Each time our pelvises crash together, her beautiful, firm breasts quiver
like upturned bowls of jelly, the nipples describing circles at least four
inches in diameter.
I feel the mattress dip beside me, and I turn my head to see Katy, lowering
herself to sit, tailor fashion, beside us. Her mouth hangs open as she
stares in awe at our violent coupling, her fingers dangling, forgotten, in
her lap. Beneath me, Lena incoherently begs for more.
Lowering my head, I trap one of her swollen nipples between my teeth and
lightly bite down on it. "Harder!" she screams, arching her back and
pressing her breast against my lips. Encouraged I bite down even harder
and pull my head back, stretching her nipple and breast out as I continue
to pound my shaft with ever increasing vigour into her body.
A minute later, I release her nipple from between my teeth and she utters a
piercing shriek as the blood rushes into the poor, abused nubbin of flesh
ant triggers her orgasm. Grabbing my arse, she lifts her hips completely
clear of the pillow and pulls me into her, holding me there as she grinds
her the sensitive skin of her clitoris into my pubic mat. Around my deeply
buried cock, the muscles of her vaginal sheath clench and relax in great
rolling spasms that ripple from the base of my prick to the tip.
The four orgasms that I've had earlier in the day, leave me feeling like a
superman and the moment the tight sheath surrounding my cock relaxes enough
to allow movement, I resume pounding away at Lena's sopping wet cunt. A
moment later I feel warm breath on my hip and I look down to see Katy
hunched over, her nose almost brushing my hip as she stares in rapt
fascination at my glistening shaft entering and withdrawing from her
friends body. She is so close that each time our hips meet with a wet
slap, droplets of Lena's pussy juices spatter across her face. She
absently licks at those that land within reach of her tongue, but her
entire attention is focused on the obscene coupling only inches from her
nose.
Returning my attention to Lena, I lower my mouth to her other breast and
take the nipple between my teeth. "Oh God no!" she moans, even as she grabs
the back of my head and pulls it even harder into her tit flesh. At first
I chew softly on the rock hard little nubbin between my teeth, but a few
seconds later she releases my head and takes the nipple I'd attacked
earlier between her fingers and squeezes hard. Taking this as a signal, I
clamp down on the small pebble between my teeth and arch my neck,
stretching the flesh of her young breast away from her body.
I continue to tirelessly pound away at her obscenely squelching cunt,
driving her closer and closer to another massive climax. When I judge her
to be on the verge, I bite down a little harder for a moment then release
her nipple. Almost instantly Lena does the same, and her reaction is so
intense as to almost throw me from the saddle.
This time her scream is silent, her orgasm catching her with no breath in
her body. Her fingers clench painfully in the flesh of my buttocks,
relaxing slightly with each rippling contraction of her vagina about my
embedded cock, then tightening even further, until I know my arse will be
black and blue for days.
A few seconds later Lena's vagina stops milking on my cock and I resume
fucking her. Almost insane with lust, I don't notice that Lena's body
flops bonelessly beneath me and I no longer remember my promise to
withdraw, all that fills my mind is the need to empty my churning balls
into the slick, warm sheath surrounding my cock. I no longer worry about
the possibility of Lena's pregnancy, I WANT to get her pregnant. This is
what life is all about, emptying ones seed deep into the receptive body of
a nubile girl to merge with her egg and start a new life.
Katy notices the lack of intelligence in my lust glazed eyes and the
increasing urgency of my movements. She starts pounding on my back with
both fists, but I'm so deep within my crazed desire to pump my seed into
Lena's unresisting body that I barely notice her. Her next move though
gets my full attention, abruptly bringing me back to my senses. She wraps
her small hand around my balls and squeezing with increasing force until I
yelp with the pain and stop moving.
"My turn," Katy informs me severely, "I'm supposed to be the one that you
cum inside."
"Oh shit!" I yelp, pulling free with an obscene slurp, "I nearly fucked up,
didn't I?"
"'Knocked up' is more like it." Katy says, "Now hurry up and fuck me." She
releases my throbbing balls and goes to push Lena's still unconscious body
off the towel and pillow.
"Hang on a sec." I say stopping her, "How'd you like to fuck Lena, while I
fuck you?"
"Huh, how do I do that?" she asks.
I move aside and say, "Get up on top of Lena like I was." She does so and I
continue, "Now shift around until your clit rubs on hers."
Katy wriggles around for a bit, then gasps as their clits make contact with
each other. Craning her neck to look at me she says, "O.K., I'm doing it,
but I want you in my pussy, not my bum."
"Don't worry." I tell her, "I will be." I Lift Lena's legs back out to the
sides and crawling up until my knees are between her legs and Katy's.
Leaning forwards, I take my cock, still slick with Lena's juices, in my
hand, I press it down between Katy's slim thighs, probing for the entrance
to her little cunny. Once I find it, I press inwards into a sheath that
feels even tighter than it was the first time I entered it. So tight in
fact that I'm brought to a halt with the flare of my glans still outside
her body.
Katy grunts and lifts her hips a little, leaning back into me. The slight
change in angle is enough to allow me ingress and my cock slips easily into
her slick wet cunt, my groin coming to rest against her buttocks as the tip
of my cock kisses her cervix.
"Oh God that's tight." I groan, pressing down and pushing her back into
contact with Lena's pussy.
Another groan from beneath us, signals Lena's imminent return to
consciousness. A few seconds later her eyes flicker open and she starts as
she sees both Katy and I looking down at her. "Oh wow," she groans, "that
was unreal." Then as she properly takes in the way Katy is sandwiched
between us, she asks, "What are you doing?"
"I'm fucking you." Katy grins, grinding her pussy against Lena's, "And
Geoff's fucking me."
As Katy talks, I slowly withdraw, marvelling at the exquisitely tight clasp
of her little pre-teen pussy. Then as I push back, Katy's oversized clit
drags between Lena's still swollen labia and over her ultra-sensitive clit.
"Oh fuck!" she cries, "Do it again. Slowly."
Now that sanity has returned, I realise that Lena's pussy is still very
sensitive, so I fuck Katy very gently, taking nearly a full ten seconds to
complete each stroke within the incredibly tight, wet embrace of her
juvenile pussy. Lena sighs contentedly at the slow, almost frictionless,
sliding of Katy's engorged clit over her mound, one of her arms sliding
behind Katy's head to pull her face down for a deep, lingering kiss, the
other briefly disappearing between their bodies and returning with a
glistening coating of her juices.
She holds her sweetly redolent hand up to me and I follow the easy tempo of
my fucking, slowly dragging my tongue from her wrist to her finger tips as
I lick it clean. Then as Lena begins to move her hips, pressing back
against my thrusts, I give five quick jabs into Katy's pussy and plunge my
head up and down, sucking on each of Lena's fingers in turn.
When I return to my previous languorous pace, Lena thrusts her hand back
between their bodies and offers the fingertips to me, in an obvious
invitation to repeat my stabbing thrusts. Leaning past Katy, I press my
lips to Lena's cheek, then fit my lips around the tip of Lena's thumb.
This time, as I plunge into Katy's small body, Lena rises to meet each
thrust, almost crushing Katy between us. Katy lifts her head, breaking
their kiss under the impact of this double sided assault, grunting with
each thrust of my cock into the incredibly tight embrace of her vaginal
sheath.
This time, as I slow my thrusts, Katy maintains the faster pace, sliding
rapidly back and forth on my slowly withdrawing cock. As I reach the limit
of my stroke, I plunge back into Katy, slamming her against Lena's rising
pelvis, driving delighted squeals from both girls. Katy arches her back,
pressing the back of her head against my chest, them ducks her head to take
Lena's right nipple between her lips.
As Lena arches her back, pressing the resilient flesh of her breast into
Katy's mouth, I begin rapid, jackhammer thrusts, my belly slapping against
Katy's upturned buttocks, driving her mound into Lena's and crushing their
clits together. The force of my thrusts cause, Katy to loose her grip on
Lena's nipple and when she recaptures it, she latches on with her teeth,
eliciting a gasp from Lena.
With her hugely distended clitoris trapped between their bodies and
receiving almost constant stimulation, Katy approaches a climax, her breath
coming in whistling grunts from her nose. A minute or so later her head
snaps back and she announces her climax with a series of short grunting
squeals, the tight sheath of her pussy rippling along the length of my
shaft.
Still highly aroused from my wild, animalistic fucking of Lena, the milking
sensations of Katy's contracting cunt prove too much for me. Howling like
the sex crazed animal that I had briefly become, I empty my balls in wave
after wave of searing, gut wrenching pleasure. Exhausted, I half collapse
on top of Katy, struggling to catch my breath. A few moments later, she
pushes back against me and I manage to find enough strength in my enervated
body to roll to one side, my rapidly shrinking dick pulling free with an
obscene slurp.
Katy reverses herself on top of Lena, presenting her sperm filled vagina
for Lena's oral attention as she lowers her mouth to Lena's saturated gash.
As Katy sweeps her tongue from the matted hair above Lena's slit, Lena
lifts her head and plunges her tongue into her young friend's reddened
pussy, withdrawing it every few seconds to lower her mouth and nip at the
rapidly hardening shaft of Katy's elongated clitoris. Only seconds later,
Katy's flickering tongue does it's work and Lena moans softly into Katy's
tiny pussy, as a small orgasm overcomes her and she releases a small
quantity of ejaculate into Katy's eagerly waiting mouth.
Katy eager for another orgasm, presses herself back against Lena's face,
but Lena is so exhausted that she lips Katy's pussy, almost absently, for a
few seconds then stops, her eyelids drooping. Katy wriggles again, but the
only response from Lena, is for her to extend her tongue and prod once at
the little slit before her.
Disgusted by the lack of response, Katy rolls off Lena and eyes her
critically, then deciding that there is no joy to be found there, she turns
towards me. One look at me tells her that I am in little better condition
than Lena. "Mum always said, 'If you want something done right, do it
yourself.'" she remarks to herself.
Rolling onto her back, she lifts her feet over her head and reaching
between her legs, she pulls her hips closer to her face. Grunting a little
as her spine crackles, she pulls her pussy within reach and starts flicking
her clit with her tongue.
Crawling closer to Lena, I prop myself up on my elbow and lift her head
into my lap. A moment later Lena rolls over, burrowing her face into my
groin and I look down to see her take my sticky, little worm of a cock into
her mouth and suckle on it like a baby at the tit.
A straining grunt from Katy makes me look up, just in time to see a bubble
of my sperm, well up from her vagina and trickle down between her plump
little pussy lips and onto her waiting tongue. "Cool!" she cries and
presses her lips to her pussy, her cheeks hollowing as she does her best to
suck the reminder of my spend from her vagina.
Then, having collected what she can, she begins broad flat licks from her
clit to her twitching little, pink pucker, pausing every now and then to
force her tongue into her vagina or suck briefly on her clitoris. As I
gently stroke Lena's hair, the motions of Katy's head become quicker, and
now each time her lips enclose her upstanding clitoris, her cheeks hollow
and she hums as she pulls back. To my amazement, she maintains her grip
and stretches her clit much more than anything I have dared, stretching it
to nearly two inches in length before letting it slide from her grasp.
Then, once she does release it, her head bobs as she finishes with a tiny
nip with her teeth.
With such a determined assault on her pussy, it does not take long for Katy
to bring herself close to climax and now almost all of her attention is
concentrated on her clit. And on two occasions, with her clitoris at
maximum extension, I see her lips draw back to reveal the tip trapped
between her teeth. By this time her humming has become deep throated moans
of arousal and not much later her hands tighten convulsively, holding her
curled into a ball as her climax rips through her.
Rocking back and forth, she takes her clit between her teeth and rolls her
head from side to side, squealing between her clenched teeth. Her rocking
becomes more pronounced as her orgasm continues and finally passing her
center of gravity, Newton takes over and she falls, landing on her side
with a little squeak of surprise.
Groaning, she releases her death grip and lifting her arms out of the way,
she lets first her upper and then her lower leg slip free. She remains on
her side for a few minutes, still curled into a ball, but this time in the
more natural foetal position. Finally though, she straightens her legs and
with a little sigh, she arches her back and neck slightly. Then rising to
a sitting position, she rolls her head in a circle, working out the kinks
with two very audible cracks.
"Ouch!" she complains softly, looking down between her legs, "I think I
went too far."
"Which bit?" I ask her with a smile, "The part where you tried to tried to
chew your clit off, or when you did your best to rip it out by the roots?"
"Both," she replies with a rueful shake of her head, "but mostly the
chewing I think."
"Well I'd be careful if I were you." I say, "That's not somewhere you want
to get calluses."
"No I guess not." she giggles, adding with a nod towards Lena, "Is she
getting anywhere?"
"Nope." Lena answers for herself, pulling back from my still limp member,
with a slurp. "But it feels good anyway, sort of soothing."
"Yeah, well you were sucking on a big dummy." Katy says with a grin.
"Hey, I resemble that remark." I protest.
"Yeah I know." Lena says and rolls out of my reach with surprising agility.
Feeling that it is best to ignore her, I look at my watch and say, "O.K.
you two, let's get this brothel cleaned up, before our bath."
Groaning, all three of us push ourselves to our feet and as I survey the
shambles we'd made in our latest bout of sex, Katy disappearing into the
kitchen. A few seconds later a rattling crash signals that she is stoking
up the fire.
As I start sorting through the clothes we'd scattered to the corners of the
room, Lena straitens up the bed. As she picks up the towel and pillow she
says, "I think I leak too much." Pulling back the pillowcase she
continues, "This pillow's soaked." A moment later she shies it at me and I
just manage to snag it out of the air.
"Hm, I think you're right." I say, lifting it to my nose and inhaling the
deep heady fragrance of the sexual juices that saturate it. "I'll just have
to sleep on this problem and worry about it in the morning."
"You would." she grins, wadding up the towel and pillowcase and throwing
them at me.
Ducking the redolent missile, I lunge at her and catch her retreating
backside with the pillow. "Oomph!" she grunts, then spinning on her heels
she dives past me and snatches up a pillow from the mattress.
Grinning we face off, swaying from side to side, looking for an opening.
The crash of the outside door distracts me and as I turn to look, Lena
catches me with a solid blow to the ribs. Grunting at the impact, I return
my attention to the fray, ducking as Lena swings at my head. Then taking
advantage of her unexpected follow through, I take aim and catch her behind
the knees knocking her down onto the mattress.
Then as I approach to deliver the coup de grace, Lena thrusts her foot
between mine, knocking me flat on my face. Before I can rise, she starts
raining blows on my back, giggling like a maniac. Growling, I push myself
to my knees and lash out with my pillow catching her solidly under her
upraised arm, knocking her over sideways. Shrieking, she clutches at my
pillow and with a rending sound, the corner in my hand gives way. Suddenly
bereft of support, Lena finishes her short journey to the mattress, the
impact forcing a cloud of feathers from the pillow.
"Oops." Lena giggles guiltily, waving at the cloud settling around her
head. "Well I guess you won't have to sleep on the problem after all."
"Well, Well, Well, What's going on here." Katy's disapproving voice from
the doorway startles us and we spin around to look at her, another puff of
feathers being released as Lena lets the pillow fall beside her.
"I was going to tell you the bath was ready," she says, "but I guess, I'll
just have to leave you two to finish cleaning up here."
As Katy heads for the bathroom, Lena and I exchange guilty glances and
start to gather up the feathers that have settled to the floor and
mattress, carefully stuffing them back into the torn pillow. It takes us
about ten minutes to collect all but an odd few and once we are done, I
take the pillow from Lena. I examine the damage, then with a careful jerk
I increase the tear beyond the point of repair. "I guess I'll have to buy
Jane a new pillow." I remark, carefully holding the edges of the rip
together as I recover the pillowcase and stuff the pillow inside.
I carefully set the pillow down beside the door and cuddle Lena to my side
as we head for the bathroom, where we find Katy fully immersed in very
sudsy water, her head supported by an inflatable travel pillow. With a
squeal of delight, Lena wriggles from my grasp and clambers in with Katy.
Fortunately, the bath is one of those huge, old cast iron things, easily
six feet long and plenty wide and deep and though a little cramped there is
still room for me.
As I settle into the pleasantly warm water between them, Katy gathers up a
double handful of suds and blows them in my face. Mock growling, I grab at
her wrists, only to be thwarted by the soapy water on them and she easily
slips from my grasp. Playfully, I send a little wave of water in her
direction, giving her a soapy beard. In retaliation, she sweeps her arm
across the surface of the water, gathering a huge pile of suds before her
and with a big breath, blows them all over me and Lena.
Squealing, "I didn't do anything." Lena pushes at the water sending back a
much larger wave that sweeps over Katy's shoulders and the edge of the
bath. After that things go rapidly downhill, with Katy and Lena sending
waves crashing back and forth past me.
Closing my eyes against the flying suds, I yell, "Enough!". Around me, the
water settles and after shaking my head, I open my eyes. About two inches
of water has left the bath and is now slowly trickling out of the drain in
the middle of the floor. "It's not enough for there to be a flood outside,
you two have to bring it inside too." I mock scold.
Neither of the girls look one whit repentant, instead Katy calmly turns on
the taps and reaches for the bubble bath, tipping a more than generous
quantity into the water next to the stream from the tap. When I raise my
eyebrows at the quantity, she tells me, "It's mine, I got it for Christmas.
That's Mum's there."
Taking up a cloth, I motion for Lena to turn her back to me and start
sponging her down, slowly dragging the cloth from the nape of her neck down
to her flattened buttocks. A few moments later, Katy turns off the taps
and starts on my back with another cloth. Lena luxuriates under my
attentions, pressing back against my caress like a cat. A few moments
later she utters a sigh of sheer contentment, as I place my legs on either
side of her and pull her back against me.
Filling the cloth, I lift it and allow the water to trickle down over her
bobbing breasts, lowering the cloth to the resilient flesh as I squeeze the
last of the water out. Leaning back against my shoulder, she nuzzles into
my neck, snorting as a few stray bubbles go up her nose. She squeaks a
little in pain and tenses as I pass the cloth over her nipples. Lifting
the cloth away, I gently cup one of her breasts and lift it for a better
look.
The nipple looks a little swollen but other wise undamaged, "I'm sorry," I
apologise, "I think we got a little carried away before."
"It's O.K.," she murmurs, inspecting her other nipple, "it was worth it.
Now finish washing me."
Letting her tit fall back into the water, I gently sponge her breasts
clean, carefully avoiding her nipples. Passing beneath the surface of the
water, I press the cloth to her belly and begin moving it in small circles,
slowly moving the cloth lower and lower until it brushes the small tuft of
hair adorning the top of her cleft. Moaning softly, she lifts her legs
over mine, allowing me access to the soft, warm folds of her vulva.
Discarding the cloth, I gently massage the firm flesh of her outer labia,
drawing little sighs and shivers of contentment from her.
Gasping, she lifts her hips allowing me to bring my legs together beneath
her. I gently separate her prominent inner lips and I slide two fingers
into the warm crevasse between them. Rocking her hips in time to my gentle
caress she pushes against my fingers, groaning and pushing even harder when
my fingertips pass over the entrance to her vagina. Tauntingly I slide my
fingers even lower, teasing the tight crinkled ring of her anus prodding at
it with a fingertip until it relaxes and allows me to slide my finger in to
the first knuckle.
Suddenly, we are brought out of our total adsorption in each other by Katy
dumping an ice cream bucket full of water over our heads. "It's time to
wash your hair." she giggles as we spin around to confront her.
Figuring a little more water on the floor won't hurt, I catch her around
the waist and before she can wriggle away, I pull down between my legs,
crossing them over the top of hers, and wrapping my arms around her body,
trapping her arms by her sides. "In that case, I think we'll start with
you." I say, "Lena do you want to do the honours?"
Ignoring Katy's shrieks of protest, I maintain a tight grip on her
squirming body as Lena retrieves the bucket and fills it with water. As I
tilt my head to one side, Lena then dumps the entire contents of the bucket
on Katy's head and then drops the bucket over her as well. "Now the
shampoo." I instruct.
Grinning, Lena removes the bucket and squeezes a more than sufficient
amount onto the crown of Katy's head and works it into a thick creamy
lather. "Now rinse." I say. Taking the bucket Lena fills it with cold
water, and I nod approvingly.
Cruelly, Lena tilts the bucket sightly, tipping just a trickle onto Katy's
head, letting her know what she has in store. Then as Katy frenziedly
tries to escape my grasp, Lena lets the rest of the bucket go, sluicing the
suds from Katy's hair as she emits an ear piercing shriek of shock and
outrage. Of course the water gets me too, but it is a price I'm willing to
pay.
Chastisement delivered, I let Katy go, smiling benignly as she backs away
roundly cursing us. Prudently, I take control of the bucket, sinking it
beneath the water and putting my foot in it as I stand and do her hair.
Ignoring Katy's dark mutters from the end of the bath, I fill the bucket
with warm water and gently sluice the foam from Lena's hair.
Then turning over control of the bucket to Lena, I sit and close my eyes as
Lena shampoos my hair, wriggling contentedly as she gently massages my
scalp. I then listen to Katy telling Lena to give me a cold rinse and grin
at Lena's refusal. A minute later she proves their duplicity by dumping
what feels like ice water over me.
Catching her wrist before she can escape, I gasp, "Shower first and get
these suds off."
Reaching between her ankles, I pull the plug and keeping a firm grip, I
rise to my feet. Katy eyes me warily, one foot outside the bath, as I
reach for the shower taps, but when I adjust the flow to a soothing warmth,
she clambers back in a pushes past us.
Catching her about the waist on the way past, I pull all three of us
together into a tight hug and under the falling spray. At first, with the
suds still coating us, our skin slides delightfully, but as the soap washes
away, things become less slippery and we reluctantly separate.
The sound of last of the bathwater gurgling down the drain, triggers an
urgent response in me and suppressing a grin, I pull Lena to me, enfolding
her in my arms and lowering my lips to hers for a kiss. 'Perfect.' I think
as I feel the tip of my dangling cock press into the crease at the top of
her pussy. Feeling this she moans into my mouth and thrusts her tongue
between my lips as she grinds her hips against me.
Then unable to hold back any longer, I relax and release the contents of my
bladder. Constrained by her pussy lips, almost the entire flow hits her
clit and her moans deepen as she grabs my arse and pulls me in tighter
grinding her mound against my slowly stiffening cock.
"Hey save some for me." Katy protests. A moment later, she insinuates a
hand between us and grabs the base of my cock, pinching off the flow.
Reluctantly, Lena releases me and allows Katy to turn me around.
Katy then surprises the hell out of me, by dropping to her knees and almost
inhaling my half hard member. "Oh fuck!" I groan, throwing my head back as
she releases her grip and my cock swells rapidly as she starts drinking my
piss. Her throat works convulsively to keep up with the flow then as it
slows Katy pulls on my arse, forcing the head into her throat and letting
me squirt the last few spurts of urine directly into her stomach.
A squeak of skin on wet enamel, followed by a ringing thud makes me look
down to where Lena is sitting on her heels, the fingers of one hand working
feverishly at her pussy, as she releases her pee in short bursts. Her
other hand, unmindful of their tenderness, switches back and forth between
her nipples, pinching and twisting them.
Squealing with delight, Katy pulls free of my rampant member and diving
between Lena's thighs, she rolls onto her back, and pulling Lena's fingers
away she forces her head beneath Lena and clamps her lips over her cunt,
thirstily gulping down the golden stream.
Not wanting to be left out, I kneel and lift Katy's legs over my shoulders
and press my lips tightly to Katy's already spurting slit, gulping down the
salty, slightly acrid fluid. It is almost as if, I am drinking Lena's pee,
filtered through Katy. Moments later Lena throws her head back, little
yips of pleasure escaping her lips as she cums. Katy burrows even deeper
beneath Lena, moaning in delight as she drinks down a cocktail of urine and
Lena's sweet ejaculate.
As the flow of Katy's urine begins to slow, I leave off gulping down the
fragrant flow and lap from her twitching little anus to her clit, bathing
my face in the last her pee. Then as it slows to a trickle, I latch onto
her clit and suck as hard as I can pulling my head back and stretching it
more than I'd ever dared before. She rewards me by digging her heels into
my shoulders and arching her back, stretching her clit even further until
it finally pulls free with a snap.
As soon as it does slip free, she whimpers and pulls my head back between
her legs, almost forcing her little girl prick between my lips. I Take the
rubbery little shaft into my mouth and gently pinching it at the base, I
lash it with my tongue, flicking it back and forth as rapidly as possible.
Katy's starts bucking against my tormenting mouth and a deep ringing sound
alerts me that her head is banging against the bottom of the bath. Lena
too notices what is happening and wriggles backwards, gently lifting Katy's
head and cradling it in her lap.
Satisfied that she is not about to hurt herself, I redouble my effort on
her clit, biting down a little harder and alternating rolling her clit
against my upper teeth with the tip of my tongue, with flicking it back and
forth and side to side. Squealing with pleasure almost beyond endurance,
Katy gets closer and closer to her orgasm. At the same time, I bear down
harder and harder with my teeth on the base of her clit, increasing the
pressure in infinitesimal increments until the tip no longer throbs against
my tongue with her heartbeat.
As her heels drum on my back, I bring my hand up under her clenching
buttocks and wet my thumb with the copious juices and saliva that drool
down over her tiny arsehole. Then just as she is on the brink of orgasm, I
press the tip against the twitching little pucker, which almost seems to
suck my thumb inside as it opens up and allows it to enter.
A second later I force the rest of my thumb deep into her bowels and relax
my jaw, allowing the blood to rush into her hypersensitised clitoris. Her
climax hits her like a ton of bricks and she lets out a sobbing wail of
monumental proportions as I continue to lash her now throbbing clit with my
tongue. She almost stands on her head in Lena's lap and her legs threaten
to crush my head like an eggshell, as wave after wave of intolerable
pleasure crashes over her.
Finally, just as she is on the verge of passing out, I still my tongue and
withdraw my thumb. Gently unlocking her now limp legs from about my head,
I carefully lower her until she lies horizontally in mine and Lena's laps.
Her breath comes in great sobbing heaves as she draws air into her oxygen
starved body, slowing gradually until she is able to lift her head and
moan, "You bastard. Thankyou."
I take hold of her hands and pull her to me, gently cradling her in my lap,
her head on my shoulder as Lena climbs to her feet. Lena then helps me to
stand, as I continue to hold and cuddle Katy. Letting go with one hand, I
hold Katy's little bottom cupped in the other as I pull Lena to us and
under the falling spray, which has begun to show some signs of cooling.
After quickly rinsing ourselves clean, I release Lena and begin to climb
from the bath, then taking note of the sudsy, wet floor I think better of
the idea and lower Katy to the floor, helping her transfer her grip to the
rim of the bath as she wobbles on still unsteady feet. Lena shuts off the
water as she and I climb out on either side of Katy.
Supporting Katy between us, we quickly move through the cool night air and
inside to the fire. Taking a towel each we quickly scrub her dry, drawing
a soft yelp of protest from her when I'm a little too rough with her still
sensitive pussy.
When we finish with her, Lena and I park her on a chair in front of the
fire and start on each other with the towels. Reminded by Katy's
discomfort, I very gently pat Lena's breasts dry as I work my way down the
front of her body, then turn her and work back up the back.
As I stand for Lena to rub me dry, Katy slips from the chair and setting
out mugs on the bench, she spoons cocoa and sugar into them. As she
reaches for the kettle, I reach out my hand and stop her, saying, "I'll do
that, If you're able to make drinks, you and Lena can go and put some
clothes on and clean up that mess in the bathroom. I'll meet you in the
lounge with the hairbrush when you're done.
Berating herself for leaving her chair, Katy grabs Lena's hand and tows her
into the lounge. I very carefully wait for them to get out of sight before
grinning and picking up the kettle. After finishing the drinks, I find the
hairbrush by the simple expedient of stepping on it as I put the milk away.
Kicking it ahead of me, I take the drinks through to the lounge and slip on
a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I then tidy up the clothes scattered about
the room, stuffing the remains of Katy's shorts into my bag with my clothes
and towel.
The girls return a couple of minutes later, Lena in one of my T-shirts
which barely covers the pair of jocks she has on underneath, and Katy in
her long T-shirt nightie. They jostle each other as they fight to be first
under the brush and I solve the problem by pulling Lena onto the couch
between my legs, earning a pout from Katy. As I begin to 'Ouch' Lena's
hair, Katy flounces into her parents room, returning with another brush a
few moments later. Grabbing a pillow, she plumps down on it between Lena's
feet and hands back the brush.
When we finish, the girls hold a whispered conference and turn on me,
pulling me down to the floor. Lena then gets up behind me and pins me in
place with her legs over my shoulders. As Lena pulls the brush though my
hair, Katy disappears into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with
a cloth and a mug of hot water. I start to tell her where my shaving kit
is and she shuts me up by slapping the hot cloth over my face.
I start to peel the cloth off, but Lena stops me by grabbing a corner in
each hand and pulling my head back into her lap. A few moments later I
hear a repeated sound that is a cross between a slap and a wiff. Lena then
removes the cloth to reveal Katy stropping a straight razor.
"Hey what do you think you're going to do with that." I yelp.
"Shave you of course." she replies in matter of fact tones, "Don't be such
a baby, I do Dad all the time. Hurry up Lena, or you'll have to get
another hot cloth."
Lena dips the shaving brush into the mug and taking a stick of shaving soap
she starts to work up a good lather, transferring it to my face and neck.
"Now hold still." Katy cautions me as she kneels astride my legs and heats
the gleaming blade in the mug. A few seconds later I flinch as she brings
the back of the blade into contact with the back of my jaw. "I said hold
still." she scolds me.
"Hey, I've never had this done before. By anybody." I protest.
"Well close your eyes and relax." she tells me, "You're going to love it."
Given a choice between retreating with my tail between my legs and letting
Katy have her way, I give in to the inevitable and try to do as she says.
This time I manage to hold still at the hot steel touches my face, and a
moment later she begins to scrape the whiskers from my jaw. My confidence
in her ability is not improved as she begins to recite Banjo Paterson's,
'The man from Ironbark'.
But her words are like a mantra and as she continues without nicking me, I
begin to relax and enjoy the feeling of the deadly blade passing over my
skin.
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
"Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark."
The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a "tote", whatever that may be,
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, "Here's a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark."
There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall.
Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut,
"I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut."
And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
"I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark."
A grunt was all the reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat;
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark --
No doubt it fairly took him in -- the man from Ironbark.
He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe:
"You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! one hit before I go!
I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark."
He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And "Murder! Bloody murder!" yelled the man from Ironbark.
A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said "'Twas all in fun --
'Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone."
"A joke!" he cried, "By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark."
And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape,
He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough,
One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough."
And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.
As she reaches the final line, she finishes with a flourish and slowly
drags the back of the blade across my throat. "There, that wasn't so bad
was it?" she coos.
"Actually, it felt pretty good after I got over your choice of words." I
reply, opening my eyes.
She giggles and tells me, "That was Mum's idea, when I got Dad to teach me
how to shave him, she thought it would be a great joke to start saying that
while I did it. Dad jumped so hard I nearly cut his ear off the first time
he heard me and now I've got it worked out so I finish both at the same
time."
"Just how long have you been shaving your father?" I ask.
"Nearly two years." she replies, laying the razor down and picking up a
bottle of aftershave. Pouring a little into her hand, she rubs them
together and slaps my cheeks and neck. The almost total lack of any sort
of stinging, tells me just how good she is with a blade.
"There you smell good now." she says nuzzling my neck. "Now pay the barber
girl."
I apply the obvious payment to her upturned lips and she levers herself to
her feet, allowing me to rise. "I think I'm going to have that done more
often." I muse, rubbing my hands over my cheeks, which are as smooth as the
plump little mound that lies half revealed at the apex of her thighs.
"Mm, that's much better." Lena declares as she checks Katy's handiwork, by
rubbing her cheek against mine.
Katy carefully wipes the razor clean on the cloth and dries it on the hem
of her nightshirt before smearing a little Vaseline on the blade to protect
it from the moist Queensland air. Snapping it shut, she gathers up the
rest of her Father's shaving paraphernalia and returns it to his bedroom.
"Come on you two," I say when she returns, "we'd better brush our teeth."
After brushing our teeth and checking for onion breath, we stand on the
veranda, looking out at the stars above the trees. A few minutes later,
Katy tugs on my hand and says, "Come on, let's go out there so we can see
more stars."
Leaving the lantern up on the verandah, she leads us out into the middle of
the lawn, the cool mud squeezing up between our toes. For a few minutes we
just stand there, the girls snuggled up against my side turning in a slow
circle surveying the heavens. Because of our remote location and the
clarity of the country air, we have no trouble seeing all but the dimmest
of the stars, so long as we keep the moon behind us.
Katy of course is the first to break the silence, ever curious, she points
into the air and asks, "What's that star?"
"Which one?" I ask trying to follow her finger.
"That one, the really bright one." she says jabbing her finger at the sky.
"That one isn't a star." I tell her, "It's a planet and it's the biggest
planet in the Solar System. You can tell the difference because planets
don't twinkle like stars." Do you know what the planets are called?"
"Yeah," she replies, "so if it's a planet, it must be Jupiter because he's
the biggest. Right?"
"Right." I confirm.
"And that one must be Mars because it's so red. And that means that one is
Saturn. Isn't it a pretty colour?"
"Yes and Yes." I verify her identifications. "And yes it is a pretty
colour. So which one's Venus?" I ask, throwing her a trick question.
"Silly, you can't see Venus this late."
"Just checking."
"Wow a meteor!" Lena squeals excitedly.
"Make a wish. Make a wish." Katy squeals.
"Starlight, Star bright. I wish I wish. I wish I might. Have the wish, I
wish tonight." I murmur softly.
"What?" Lena asks.
"Oh, just a little poem." I say, repeating it a little louder.
"I like it." she whispers, squeezing my arm, "Will you write it out for
me?"
"Of course." I say, kissing the top of her head, filling my nostrils with
the warm fragrance of her freshly washed hair.
"That's a star isn't it?" she asks pointing. "That really bright white
one."
"They're nearly all white." I say, "Yes it's a star and it's the second
brightest star in the sky, it's called Sirius."
"Well it's mine." she declares.
"Really, are you sure? Do you know what it's other name is?" I ask.
"Yep, I want that one." she confirms her choice. "What's it's other name?"
"The dog star." I tell her.
Katy giggles, "The dog's star." and Lena lunges at her past me.
Katy skips away from us, jeering.
"Ignore her." I say to Lena, restraining her.
"Yeah, she's such a baby." Lena says. "What's the brightest star?" she
asks.
"That's easy." Katy says. "It's the Sun."
"Oh, of course." Lena says. "It's a star too, isn't it? What other stars
have names?"
"Lots of them, but I only know a few." I answer. I pull her in front of me
and rest my chin on her shoulder, using her arm as a pointer, I ask, "Can
you see that group of stars that look like a saucepan?"
"Yes."
"Well that part's called Orion's Belt and those three stars are his sword
hanging from it. The bright red Star near it is called "Betelgeuse and the
bright bluish one is call Rigel."
"Beetle Juice?" her voice is incredulous, "How did it get a name like
that?"
"Betelgeuse," I repeat, and spell it for her. "It comes from an Arabic
name, 'Bwat-al-Yawza' which means 'house of the giant' and even that's
wrong. When someone translated an old star map, they misread the name
because it's was actually 'Hwat-al-Yawza' which means 'arm of the giant'
and that makes a lot more sense because it marks Orion's shoulder. Can you
see the rest of him?"
"Yeah that's easy." she replies, "Does 'Rigel' mean Giant's foot then?"
"No, I have no idea where that name comes from. I only know about
Betelgeuse because of something I read."
"Oh! What other stars do you know?"
I use her arm to point a little to the north of Orion. "See that cluster of
stars there, they're called the Pleiades or the Seven Sisters."
"But I can only count six." she says after a short pause.
"Yeah, well if the moon wasn't up you could probably count nine or ten.
But there's a legend about seven sisters so they got called the Seven
Sisters."
"Oh I guess that makes some sort of sense. Any others? What about that
red one in that triangle near the Pleiades."
"O.K. the triangle is called the Hyades and the red star is called
Aldebaran. The triangle is also the head of Taurus the bull, and Aldebaran
is his eye. Of course you know the Southern Cross don't you?"
"Everybody knows that." she says turning to the south and pointing, "And
those are the Pointers. And if you join a line from between the pointers
and the top of the cross, to that star there," she traces a line across the
sky, "half way along that line is right above south."
"Very good." I compliment her and Katy gives a muffled snort. "That star
at the end of the line is called Archenar. Now the only other names I know
are Alpha and Beta Centauri which are the Pointers and Omega Centauri." I
search the sky for a few moments and line up her arm, "There, do you see
that fuzzy looking star?"
"I think so, yeah, I can see it. Why is it fuzzy."
"That's because it's actually about a million or so stars, all packed
together so close that if you were in the middle, the light would be
brighter than the moon."
"Where?" Katy asks, rejoining the conversation, "Which one is it?"
I Pull her to me and crouch behind her so that I can use her arm to aim.
"O.K. got it?"
"Yep" she says, adding in awed tones, "A million stars, wow. How far away
are they?"
"I don't remember exactly, twenty or thirty thousand light years. Man was
still living in caves when the light you're seeing started out."
"Wow," she breaths, "can we see anything any further away?"
"Sort of." I reply, "At least for me, your eyes might be better than mine.
Can you find that line that Lena was talking about? The one that helps you
find south."
"I should be able to," she replies, "I was the one who showed her how to do
it."
"Yes well, can you see a foggy patch, sort of like the milky way, but much
fainter, either side of the middle of that line? You might have to look
out of the corner of your eye."
"Yeah." Katy replies.
"What about you Lena?" I ask.
"I think so," she says, sounding a little unsure, "but they disappear when
I look straight at them."
"That's all right, the same thing happens to me." I reassure her. "Well
they are called the Magellanic clouds. They're separate galaxies and they
are over one hundred and fifty thousand light years away. When that light
started out, men that looked like us didn't even exist."
"Awesome." Katy breaths, "Can we see anything older?"
"Well if it was the right time and I knew where to look, there's the
Andromeda Galaxy. It's so far away that it's light was just leaving about
the same time as Lucy was born."
"Who's Lucy?" they ask together.
"That's the name some scientists gave to the oldest humanoid bones that
have ever been found, they're over two million years old." I explain. "And
that is as far, and as far back, as you can see without a telescope."
"Two million years." Katy breaths, shuddering as she contemplates the sheer
magnitude of the distances and times involved. "How far is a light year in
kilometres?"
"A bloody long way. Light travels nearly three hundred thousand kilometres
in one second, so it only takes a bit over eight minutes to get here from
the sun and it's one hundred and forty three million kilometres away. If
you want to know how far a light year is you'll have to work it out for
yourself."
"It make's you feel pretty small doesn't it?" Katy whispers.
Silently, we stand there, huddled together for comfort, as we contemplate
the immensity of the universe and the insignificance of mankind.
The stars have visibly moved across the vault of the heavens, when an idea
fills my head. An idea so simple, yet so profound. An idea that has
occurred on innumerable occasions, to innumerable people. It is an idea
that is the at the beginning of all true learning. "Yes Katy," I say, "how
small we are. Yet it also shows just how truly big we are too. As big a
the entire universe. We have the ability to ask, 'what, when, how and
why.' Without that ability, the stars would just be little lights in the
sky, there would be nothing smaller than a grain of sand and we would run,
screaming, from a fire like the animals do.
"Instead, we can look into the heart of an atom and beyond; all of the way
to the very edge of the universe, back to it's beginning, and forwards to
it's end. We slice time so finely that light itself seems to stand still
and at the same time contemplate timespans in which the age of the earth is
a mere tick of the clock. We can stop a man's heart so that he can live,
or restart a heart that has stopped. We fill empty space with substance
and substance with empty space. We have intelligence and we have
curiosity."
Both girls snuggle even closer to my sides, and couple of minutes later,
Katy murmurs, "That's pretty heavy stuff. Let's go inside, I'm getting
cold."
"Well, who is it that won't wear her pants?" I tease, patting her backside,
where I detect a noticeable lack of pantyline.
Chapter 11 - POOR UNCLE LIAM.
The next morning I'm woken by somebody shaking my foot, At first I try to
ignore it, pulling Katy closer against my front and nuzzle into her hair,
while enjoying the delightful pressure of Lena's soft breasts against my
back. Suddenly it dawns on me that if both of the girls are in bed with me
that someone else must be jerking on my foot. My eyes fly open and I sit
up with a jerk to look at my uncle grinning at me.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" he says, obviously recovered from
his scare of the night before, "I only ripped Katy's pant off and here you
are sleeping with both girls."
Just then Lena decides to wake up, sitting up and throwing the covers back.
Both Katy's and her sleepwear has ridden up in the night, and Liam's eyes
flick from Lena's jock encased mound to Katy's bare hip. A moment later he
beats a hasty retreat as Katy too wakes up, rolling onto her back and
arching her back, throwing her little bald pussy into prominent relief.
Leaving them to finish waking up, and with a warning not to follow for a
few minutes, I join Liam out onto the verandah, where I find him staring
out towards the dam. "Why were you sleeping with the girls?" he asks, as I
step up beside him.
"Well the night before last, the girls were pretty scared by the storm," I
say, releasing my cock to piss through the railing. He gives me a startled
glance as he hears my zipper and I continue, "and Katy wanted me to hold
her, a minute later Lena cuddled up on the other side. When it was time to
sleep, they dragged me into bed with them and we fell asleep, all cuddled
up together. Then last night, Katy wanted me to hold her again. I thought
Lena would take the single, but she just cuddled up to my back and that's
the way you found us. Actually it felt pretty good, I think I'm going to
miss having a warm body or two to cuddle up to."
"Aren't you worried about what somebody might think?" he ask.
"Why? we were fully dressed." I answer, adding with a short laugh, "At
least very nearly fully dressed."
"Yes I noticed." he says dryly, "Doesn't it worry you?"
"Not really," I reply, "I'm beginning to realise that this family doesn't
think the same way we do about nudity, and I'm starting to think the same
way myself. I had to," I add with a laugh, "when Jane left me and Katy out
here on the verandah after the storm that trapped me here in the first
place and told us to get our wet clothes off. I guess I could have gone in
there," I point towards the bathroom, "but Jane didn't indicate that I
should and the look Katy gave me as she stripped off, well let's just say,
I took it as a challenge.
"She peeked of course and giggled, because things had retreated in the
cold, if you know what I mean, but she certainly didn't stare, so I just
took it in my stride. Jane didn't even bat an eyelid when she stuck her
head back out and told us to hang up our wet clothes."
"Excuse us, we're bursting." Katy cries, as she and Lena streak past and
into the bathroom, leaving a gap in the curtain in their hurry.
Smiling to myself, I watch Liam as he stares through the gap, while
pretending to scan the yard. Katy climbs up onto the rim of the bath,
standing astride it and pulling her nightshirt up to her waist as she cuts
loose with a deep golden stream. At the same time Lena lowers her jocks to
the her ankles and steps out of them, displaying a flash of moist, pink
flesh as she bends to pick them up.
Still holding her nightie up to her waist, Katy jumps down and washes her
pussy at the sink while Lena climbs up onto the bath and takes her place,
she too pulling her shirt up out of the way . She lets go of the shower
head to separate her labia but begins to wobble and is forced to jump down
before she falls. With her back to us she strips off her shirt and climbs
back up, her full, rounded breasts bobbing delightfully as she grab the
shower head and turns to straddle the bath. Reaching down between her
legs, she separates her pussy lips and a powerful, golden cascade pounds
into the bottom of the bath.
As she steps down, this time facing us, she lifts her fingers to her lips
and licks them. Suddenly, she notices the gap in the curtain and her
audience. "Katy!" she squeals, diving out of sight, "The curtain!"
As Katy, leaps for the curtain, Liam jumps and swivels towards me, then
unable to meet my gaze, he turns back to look out towards the dam. Katy
gives me an impudent grin and a wink before twitching the curtain shut.
"Pretty good tits for a thirteen year old." I remark, leaning on the rail.
"Yeah." he whispers, as if from a million miles away. A moment later he
jumps and looks at me. "You were watching too?"
"Why not? There's no harm in looking." I reply easily.
"Yeah I guess not." he says, recovering his composure. "Nice pussy too."
"Which one?" I ask, unable to resist twitting him.
"Both." he whispers so softly that I would have missed it if I hadn't been
watching his lips, then more loudly, "Uh, Lena's of course."
"Quite a show wasn't it?" I ask.
"Yeah, was she really licking her piss off her fingers?" he asks, as if of
himself.
"Why don't you ask her?" I ask with a grin.
"Are you mad?" he yelps.
A second later, Katy bolts out through the curtain, waving a navy blue
scrap of cloth over her head. Behind her Lena's head emerges from between
the curtains and she shouts, "You bring them back right now Katy!"
"Come and get them!" Katy jeers, twirling the jocks that Lena had been
wearing on her finger, before running inside.
As the sounds of Katy, reviving the fire emerge from the kitchen, Lena
comes out, crimson faced, her hands holding the hem of her shirt and
stretching it down to mid thigh, as she sidles past us and inside.
"I could get shot for what I'm thinking right now." he says shaking his
head.
"Me too." I agree, turning back to look over grass steaming under the sun.
A couple of minutes later, Katy sticks her head out of the door and asks,
"Have you had breakfast yet Liam?"
"Yeah, about two - three hours ago." he answers, "I guess I could do with
another one though."
"O.K. it'll be ready in about ten minutes." she tells us and disappears,
re-emerging a minute later to ask, "You want a cuppa while you wait?"
"Yeah sure." he says, turning back to lean on the rail.
"Well come and get it then." she tells him, "What do I look like your
wife?"
"I wish!" he murmurs, turning to head inside, unaware that he is speaking
aloud.
"What was that?" I ask.
"Uh nothing, just clearing my throat." he hurriedly replies, coughing by
way of demonstration.
I follow him in to the kitchen, noting his startled glance from the jocks
hanging on the back of a chair to Lena, standing at the stove, stirring a
pot of porridge. As Katy rises on tip toes to pick up the kettle from the
back of the stove, Lena sways sideways and Katy's hip brushes against her,
lifting her shirt just enough to give us a brief glimpse of pale untanned
skin.
"Hey Lena," I say teasingly, plucking the jocks from the back of the chair,
"I thought you wanted these?"
"Is there any point?" she asks, "You've already seen everything, besides it
makes me feel wicked."
"Uh Lena, would you please put them back on for our sake?" Liam gulps.
"Oh all right." she sighs, crossing her arms in front and grasping the hem
of her T-shirt.
Liam gulps and spins away from her, as she lifts her hands enough to reveal
her red and white polka dot bikini bottoms.
"Um Uncle Liam," I say, "I think we've been had."
"What?" he asks turning back. "Very funny."
"I thought so too." Lena giggles turning her back to waggle her butt at us.
Revealing at the same time the secret of the exposed white skin. The
little tease, has pulled the back of her bikini halfway up into her butt
crack, showing off the bottom two inches or so of her backside.
Dropping the hem of her shirt, she reaches underneath and pulls the fabric
free of her bum crack. "The girls at school are right." she remarks to
Katy, as if Liam and I weren't there, "Teasing boys IS fun, but it's not
very comfortable."
"Don't YOU go trying it." I say warningly to Katy, "There'll be plenty of
time for that, when you've got something to show off."
"Hey I've got a bum too." she protests, flicking up the back of her
nightshirt and waggling the aforementioned feature at us, "See?"
"Yes we can see," I tell her, "and if you don't put it away right now, by
the time I finish with it, we'll be able to see it in the dark."
"You wouldn't?" she cries impudently, sticking her bum out far enough for
her little pink pussy to peek through between her thighs.
"O.K. Katy that does it." I say severely, "Come here right now."
Upon hearing my new tone, she immediately straightens and drops her hands
to her sides. Turning to face me, she backs up to the fridge and
frantically apologises, "I'm sorry Geoff, I won't do it again. I'll be
good, I promise."
"And I'm sorry too Katy," I reply sadly, "but that's just not good enough."
Beside me, Uncle Liam is looking more than a little wild eyed and he tries
to intervene, probably more on his own behalf than Katy's, "Look Geoff, do
you have to, I think she really is sorry, she won't do it again, will you
Katy?
"Uh-huh." she nods.
"No Uncle Liam, she's been warned about this sort of thing. Isn't that
right Katy?" with her chin already on her chest, her head gives a little
bob, "And her mother told me what to do. So now I do it."
"O.K." he gives in, "I'll just wait out on the verandah."
"No!" I say stopping him as he turns to go, "I think you should stay, I
think the humiliation of an audience will make this lesson a great deal
more effective."
"No!" Katy wails, her head snapping up to look at me.
"Yes." I say, grabbing the back of a chair and turning it away from the
table before sitting down. "Now are you going to come here, or am I going
to have to drag you over my knee?"
With short jerky steps, she slowly approaches, to stand, head bowed about a
foot from my knees, at which point she stops, as if rooted to the spot. I
give her a few more seconds to cover the last few inches, then pat my knee.
She advances maybe three inches further, in as many steps, then halts
again, trembling like a leaf.
Sighing, I grasp her wrist and pull her around to stand beside my knee, her
back to my uncle. As I reach up to the back of her neck to pull her down
and across my knees, her lips twist up in a satisfied little smirk. The
little shit, she'd manipulated me into doing exactly as she wanted and now
I had no choice, but to go through with it. Well she was going to regret
having done so.
Something in my eyes tells her that she has gone too far; the smirk leaves
her face, to be replaced by a suddenly apprehensive look. I roughly pull
her across my lap and pin her with my hand in the middle of her back.
Before she can begin to struggle, I bring my hand down on her, still half
covered, backside, with a ringing crack, that causes her to cry out loudly
and her hand immediately comes back to cover her stinging read end.
Roughly grasping her wrist, I tug it higher and pin it under my hand in the
small of her back, catching and dragging the fabric of her T-shirt up to
fully expose her rear at the same time. I then lift my hand again and
bring it down in a blow that stings my palm and causes Katy to yelp and
buck wildly.
The pain in my hand brings me to my senses and I moderate the remaining
blows, so that, while still quite painful, they are not as brutal as the
first two. Even so, they fall on skin already primed by those first two
slaps and by the time I am finished she is sobbing quietly.
When I release her, she remains hanging across my lap, her legs about a
foot apart. I glance towards my uncle and discover that he has seated
himself, and though he tries to look away, his eyes keep drifting back to
look at Katy's exposed buttocks and the plump little vulva that is visible
between her splayed legs.
About a minute later, she gets her sobs under control with a few shuddering
heaves and struggles to her feet, wincing as the fabric of her nightshirt
slides down over her sore bottom. She glances at me with a tear streaked
face, and gulps out a sincere, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too. But the person you should be apologising to is Uncle
Liam, I'm used to you by now."
She crosses the distance between me and my uncle on unsteady leg and,
whispers again, "I'm sorry Uncle Liam. I really am."
"And, I'm sorry it had to happen." he replies, "But Geoff is right, you
really shouldn't do things like that until, you're older. You said last
night you, knew about bad touching. Well what you just did is an open
invitation to bad touching. There are a lot of men out there who would
hurt you very badly if you did that in front of them."
"But you and Geoff wouldn't hurt me, would you?" she asks.
"No," he answers seriously, "but you still shouldn't do it. And neither
should Lena." he adds, looking over at where she is paying very careful
attention to the pot on the stove. "I want you both to promise me that,
you'll never do anything dangerous like that again."
Lena gives the promise at once, while Katy turns it over in her mind.
"Katy?" I say.
"O.K. I promise." she answers. A glint in her eye as she looks at me,
causes me to wonder what is going through her mind. Then it suddenly hits
me, she had just promised not to do anything dangerous and thinking back to
her earlier promise, I realise that she hadn't promised not to expose
herself then either; she had promised to be good. 'But good at what?' I
begin to wonder.
"Can I have a cuddle please Uncle Liam." she asks softly, is a sad little
voice that gives him no choice but to agree.
"Sure Honey, come here." he says, holding out his arms.
Katy straddles his lap, wincing a little as her bottom comes into contact
with the rough denim of his jeans and throws her arms around his neck,
burying her face against his shoulder as he enfolds her in his arms and
hugs her tight. I'm a little surprised that she doesn't rub herself
against him, but then I realise that she really does want to be held and
comforted.
A minute or so later, she relaxes her hold and he releases her. Briefly
pressing her lips to his cheek, then sitting back her hands on his
shoulders, she whispers, "Thankyou."
"Your welcome." he says, "Now go and wash your face."
"Can you lift me down?" she asks, "My bum's sore."
"I'll bet it is." he half grins, looking down as he moves his hands to her
hips. "Uh, Katy, you're doing it again."
"Oops." she giggles, blushing as she looks down, following his gaze. "I am
too."
My uncles hands lift her nightshirt a little higher as he slips his hands
up to her waist and lifts her from his lap, He then holds up for a few of
seconds as he 'steadies' her on her feet. Katy too notices this and
prolongs the exposure by gripping his forearms and wobbling a little. He
looks at her little pussy for as long as he dares then removes his hands,
allowing her nightshirt to fall and cover her up.
"Breakfast's ready." Lena announces.
"Hurry up and wash." Liam tells Katy, and she scampers from the room.
I rise and shoulder Lena aside. Picking up the pot, I pour the porridge
into bowls then fill it with water to soak. Taking two bowls each, we
carry them to the table. My uncle is sweeping the last of the jigsaw into
the box as we set the bowls down.
Katy returns just as I bring the milk, sugar and butter to the table and
she and Lena bring over our half made drinks. Katy gingerly takes a seat
next to my uncle, and I sit next to Lena as we tuck in to breakfast.
"Whatcha been doing all morning?" Katy asks, reaching for the milk.
"I've been clearing the road and your drive," he answers, "I just came to
get Geoff and found you all still asleep. What time did you get to bed
last night anyway. You must have been really zonked, because I've hade the
chainsaw going for the last hour."
"I don't know." she answers, "Pretty late, Geoff was telling us about the
stars. Did you know you can see two million years away."
"That's light years Katy." he corrects her.
"Yeah, but the light's two million years old too." she says.
"You know, I've never really thought of it that way." he says in wonder,
"When I was younger, I used to look through my telescope at stars and try
and work out how many miles away each one was, but I never thought about
how old the light was, even though I knew a light year was how far light
travelled in a year."
"Wow!" Katy exclaims, "You've got a telescope. Can I come over and use it
sometimes?"
"Well, we'd have to see what your mum and dad say first." he temporises,
"You'd have to stay up pretty late to see very much and they might not like
you to be out that late."
"I could sleep over with you." she offers innocently.
His eyes widen a little at this and he cautions her, "We'll see. It won't
be for a while anyway, I'll probably have to get the mirrors re-coated
before we can use it."
"O.K." she agrees, "I hope you know more stars than Geoff does. Did you
knows Betelgeuse should be call Hwat-al-Yawza?"
"No, why's that?" he asks.
"Because it means arm of the giant in Arabic, Betelgeuse means house of the
giant." she answers smugly.
"Geoff told us that Katy." Lena says, pricking Katy's bubble and earning
herself a dark glowering glance.
"It's O.K. Katy." Liam says, "The fact that you learnt something new is the
important thing."
Katy pokes her tongue out at Lena and pulls a face, then resumes shovelling
her porridge into her mouth. Lena returns the look with interest, before
returning her attention to her own plate. "Will you come swimming with us
after breakfast?" Katy asks, mumbling around a mouthful of porridge.
"Wipe your chin Katy." he tells her, "You know you shouldn't talk with your
mouth full."
In the explosion that follows, the small dribble of gruel dripping from her
chin is the least of her problems, snot and oats spray from her mouth and
nose, fanning across the table. A few stray globules making at as far as
Lena and I, bespattering our shirts.
"Eew yuck." Lena cries in disgust, looking down at the obscenely semen like
dribbles, sliding down the swell of her breasts. Fastidiously she flicks
one such droplet from her nipple, causing it to harden under her t-shirt.
Across from us, Liam pounds Katy on the back as she coughs and snorts the
thick paste from her airways. "What made you laugh like that?" he asks,
and I stiffen, suddenly afraid.
Katy, continues to gasp and snort, trying to clear her nose and without
thinking, Lima pulls up the bottom of her nightshirt and hold it to her
nose. "Here blow." he instructs her.
Honking Like a foghorn, Katy clears her nose and turns a grateful smile on
him. Suddenly my uncle realises what he has done and looks down before he
can stop himself, then hastily back at her face. "I'm sorry Katy," he
apologises, letting go of her nightshirt, "I didn't think."
"It's O.K." she replies, deliberately misconstruing the reason for his
apology. "It needs washing anyway." she grasps the fabric of her nightshirt
about the level of her ribs and pulls it outwards to survey the pasty
streaks adorning it.
Liam's eyes follow her gaze to her bespattered nightshirt - and beyond - as
the sudden bobbing of his Adam's apple testifies. "Uh Katy!" he semi-
gulps.
"Oops." she giggles, letting the cloth go. "Well are you coming swimming
with us?"
"Geoff and I really should get going and help Lena's dad with the road." he
tells her.
"Please?" she begs, gazing up at him winsomely.
"I don't know, there's a lot of branches to clear."
"Just for a little while." she begs, "Me and Lena will come and help too."
He glances across at me. "Might as well give in now as later." I say,
"She's going to get her own way eventually."
"You're probably right." he agrees, "O.K. Katy."
"Oh thankyou!" she cries, grabbing his head and planting a resounding kiss
on his lips, before running off into the lounge.
Uncle Liam, sits there looking like a stunned mullet for a couple of
seconds, then turns back to finish his breakfast.
Katy returns a moment later, waving a pair of my shorts, "Here, you can
wear these." she tells my uncle tossing them to him.
"Thanks." he says, snagging them out of the air. "What about you?" he asks,
eyeing the oatmeal streaked nightshirt she is still wearing.
"Oh, I put these on." she says lifting her hem enough to show us a pair of
threadbare, white knickers that are a little too small for her. "And since
this needs a wash anyway." she trails off.
I regret my little explanation of the night before, as my uncle gulps,
realising what the water is going to the fabric tightly stretched across
her plump little mound. But he says nothing and after scooping the last of
his porridge up, he takes my shorts through to the other room.
"Well, come on," he calls from the doorway, a little later, "let's go."
Lena hastily gulps down the last of her tea and we follow him down the
stairs and across the steaming grass to the dam. As Katy goes to make a
running jump into the water, Uncle Liam grabs her and says, "Hang on a sec,
you don't know what the storm's dumped in there."
"It's O.K." she replies, "We went swimming yesterday morning, there's
nothing in there."
"Yesterday! wasn't that just a little cold?" he asks.
"Yep," I reply, grinning, "but did you happen to notice that hog wallow
near the bottom of the steps? After these two finished making that, they
needed a bath."
"You helped!" Katy protests.
"Oh!" he answers, "Well, if you're sure that it's safe."
Not waiting for me to confirm, her statement, Katy wriggles from his grasp
and dives into the water, shooting up a moment later with a whoop. Liam
tests the water with his toe and shudders, then steeling himself, he
follows Katy, popping up beside her, shouting with the cold.
I look at Lena and she starts to back away, shaking her head. Grinning, I
lunge and grasp her by the wrist. Lifting her, shrieking and struggling,
into my arms, I take two steps into the freezing water, before loosing my
footing and sliding down into the murky depths.
I rise to the surface a few feet from her, and she turns a dark look on me.
"You bastard." she squeaks, "I'm gonna get you for that." With this she
leaps at me and shoves me beneath the surface. The last things that I see,
are the dark circles of her areola, beneath her practically transparent T-
shirt. Hm, somebody else who has been paying attention to my explanations.
She plants a foot in the middle of my chest to shove herself away from me,
but she is a second too slow and I grab her ankle before she can escape. I
slide my free hand up the back of her violently jerking leg, gently
squeezing her bottom and pulling her to me. Releasing her ankle, I grasp
the back of her head and seek out her lips with mine. She relaxes, melting
into the kiss for a few moments, then pushes against me as her breath
begins to run out.
We emerge from the water about a foot apart, treading water as we gasp and
draw fresh air into out lungs. Her gasp becomes a squeak of surprise as,
under the concealment of the turbid water, I lift a hand and tweak a rock
hard, cold stiffened nipple. This time, when she plants her foot on my
chest, I let her get away and turn to see what Katy is up to.
She is climbing up on to the diving platform, the thin fabric covering her
cute little bottom is so very nearly transparent, that the red marks left
by my second slap are easily visible. When she rises and turns to face us,
the view from the front is almost as bad. While the double layer of cloth
now covering her is almost opaque, it is plastered to her body, outlining
every crease and fold of her labia, even the outline of her fat clitoris is
visible.
My uncle bobs in the water in front of her, totally transfixed by the lewd
display, until Katy says, "Get out of my way Uncle Liam, I want to jump."
He comes to himself with a start and swims a few feet to the side, before
turning back, unable to keep his eyes off her. She flexes her knees and he
gasps audibly, as the layers of fabric covering her mons briefly separate,
giving him an almost unobstructed view of her more naked than naked pussy.
Straightening her legs, she launches herself out over the water, knifing
into it only inches from his nose and emerging in front of me. "You're
right," she whispers, "this IS better than being totally naked."
Turning away from me, she strokes back over to the platform, once again
displaying her bottom as she pulls herself up. Turning, she seats herself
on the edge and says. "The water's too high, can I jump off your shoulders
Uncle Liam? You too Geoff, that way Lena and I can do a double."
I swim over towards the platform, arriving in front of her at the same time
as Lena. As she rises and steps back out of the way, we are treated to a
very interesting display of her young pre-teen pudenda. Giving her a wink,
I haul myself up onto the platform and turn to offer Lena my hand. As I
pull her up, my uncle, who has pulled himself halfway onto the platform,
catches sight of her breasts bobbing beneath the translucent fabric of her
T-shirt and with a muttered, "Shit!" falls back into the water.
"Nice tits." Katy comments, then as he bobs back to the surface, "Hurry up
Uncle Liam."
Gasping, he eyes a blushing Lena for a second, then tearing his gaze away,
he pulls himself up onto the platform and turns to face out over the water.
Then as I wrap one arm about the centre pole, and offer Lena the other as a
step, he begins muttering to himself, "Thirteen, she's only thirteen."
Lena quickly scrambles up my body, her breasts bobbing delightfully under
the translucent fabric of her shirt, then steadying herself against the
pole, she turns and waits for Katy.
Katy, slips in font of my uncle, "Hey, I'm down here dummy." she says,
adding as he tears his eyes from Lena's quivering mounds, "I hope my
boobies get that big one day."
"Give them time." he responds absently, grabbing the pole and stooping to
offer his cupped hand.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she steps into his proffered hand and
waits for him to straighten. When he does, she grabs the pole with one
hand and the top of his head with the other. Lifting her foot to his
shoulder, she presents to his bugging eyes, a clear view of her plump young
pussy only inches from his nose. Then stretched beyond it's ability to
conceal(?) the fabric of the front panel of her knickers slips to one side,
baring one fat hairless labia to his gaze as the leg band disappears into
her pussy crack.
A moment later, he breaths a sigh of relief and regret as she pulls herself
up onto his shoulder and turns. I think only his arm trapped between me
and the pole keeps him upright and glancing down to his groin, I'm amused
to discover that lust has overcome freezing water and his shorts outline
the shape of his erection.
"One - two -three.", Katy's shouted counting above us, causes us to brace
ourselves as they bend their knees and launch themselves. Hand in hand,
They knife into the water about three metres in front of us and a trail of
bubbles follows their progress towards what is left of the island. Side by
side, they shoot from the water, broaching until their hips clear the water
and with fingers still entwined, they fall backwards with a splash that
sends a series of small waves rippling towards us.
Floating on their backs, they stroke back towards us, Lena's firm, round
breasts bobbing back and forth with the same leisurely rhythm of her arm.
As they come to a halt below us, my uncle gulps and when they reach their
hands up to us, he turns his head resolutely away as he hauls Katy up in
front of him. Before she can repeat her earlier display, he turns her and
lifts her to is shoulders.
I haul Lena up and this time as she clambers up my body, her breasts brush
against my face, her nipples tracing lines of fire over my cheeks.
Giggling, she steps onto my shoulder and pulls herself up beside Katy.
Together they chant "One - Two - Three" and almost drive us to our knees
with the force of their take off.
This time, I follow them into the water and emerge behind them, just in
time to catch them in my arms as they broach. They screech in surprise as
my arms encircle them and I dig my fingers into their ribs. Giggling
wildly they twist in my grasp and return the digital assault with interest,
attacking my ribs and armpits and driving me gasping beneath the surface.
Diving out of their reach, I come up a few metres away and turn to find
that they have my uncle, who had come to my rescue, at their mercy and I
have to dive back into the fray. Catching Katy around the waist, I haul
her away, leaving my uncle to deal with Lena. After a few false starts, in
which he encounters flesh too pneumatic for his peace of mind, he secures a
solid grip on her wrists and sends her into giggling paroxysms, his fingers
digging into her sides.
"Cannonball!" Katy cries and sighing I drag her, sputtering and squealing
in outrage, by the ankle over to the bank. Folding her into a ball, I lift
her to my shoulder and heave, swamping my uncle and Lena.
"My turn." Lena cries.
Uncle Liam, tows her over to the bank beside me, but when he goes to pick
her up, she says, "No I want to do back flips."
Gulping audibly, he entwines his hands for her to step into. He turns his
head to one side as she grip his shoulders, but I see his eyes roll to the
side, watching her breasts bobbing as he bounces her up and down. On the
count of three he damn near launches her into orbit, throwing her a good
five feet above the surface of the water, where she brings her hands
together and re-enters with barely a splash.
As I dispose of a giggling Katy for the second time, he scans the water
beyond Lena's point of entry, waiting for her to surface. When she
surfaces right in front of him, close enough to brush her engorged nipples
against his belly as she stands, he damn near shits himself.
Giggling, she places her hands on his shoulders and waits for him to cup
his hands for her. This time his head bobs, like one of those dogs that
used to be so popular on the back ledges of cars and she lands flat on he
back, squealing, as he forgets to let go of her foot.
Shaking his head, he declares, "O.K. that's enough, we'd better get going
on the road, or we'll never get it done."
Grumbling, the girls trail Uncle Liam and I from the water, then suddenly
shoot past us, "Bet you can't catch us." Katy cries as they dash for the
stairs.
Well, we can't take that. Accelerating as fast as the wet grass will
allow, we take off after them and are soon pounding on their heels, with a
final burst of speed, Uncle Liam sweeps Katy up in his arms and a second
later I grasp Lean around the waist, just in time for Uncle Liam to step in
the 'hog wallow' and land ignominiously on his arse, Katy across his lap.
Lena and I are too close to stop and land on top of them.
Katy's giggling emerges from somewhere in the middle of the pile and a
moment later Lena squeals in shocked outrage. Not even noticing that her
breasts are damn near smothering my uncle as she tries to escape whatever
Katy is doing to her. He, however, does notice and with a violent heave,
he shoves all of us aside.
Lena lands on her backside, legs apart, with a disgusted look on her face
as she looks down at the front of her bikini bottoms, which bulge with
about half a pound of mud. Seeing Katy, almost helpless with laughter,
lying in front of her, she pounces on her and silences the laughter with as
much mud as she can stuff into Katy's tiny knickers. The two of them roll
about in the mud, getting filthier and filthier, for a minute or so, then
without warning they pounce on my uncle, plastering his chest with great
handfuls of mud.
For a little while, he puts up a token resistance to their assault, letting
them have their way with him, but when Katy stuffs a handful of mud down
the front of his shorts, he nearly breaks her wrist in his haste to remove
her hand from his pants.
"O.K. Enough!" he bellows and they stop like rabbits caught in the
headlights of an oncoming car. "O.K.," he continues in more moderate
tones, "We will walk slowly and decorously down to the dam, where we will
get rid of this mud and then we will return to the house in the same
fashion." He catches my grin as they start off with a peculiar, waddling
walk and lunges at me, adding, "After we get Geoff!"
With giggling squeals of delight, the girls dive on me. I try to put up a
good fight, but with three assailants, it is only a matter of seconds
before they have me pinned and fill my shorts to bursting with great gobs
of cold, greasy clay. Letting me up, my uncle jeers, "Now who walks
funny?"
All four of us waddle down to the dam and wade out into the water, which is
once again freezing after the heat of the sun and the exertion of our
wrestling. As soon as the water covers our hips, we all bob down and
remove our pants, rinsing them out.
"I wouldn't if I were you." he warns Katy as she eyes his hands and the
shorts in them speculatively.
After slipping our pants back on, we duck our heads to rinse the rest of
the mud from our bodies and our hair. This time the journey to the house
is without incident, at least until we reach the stairs. Taking the stairs
two at a time, Katy reaches the verandah first and strips off her
nightshirt, tossing it over the rail. Liam, Lena and I reach the top just
as she strips off her knickers and drops them on top of her night shirt.
"I thought I warned you about that Katy." my uncle growls as she reaches up
for a towel. "And you promised me."
"Pooh, you aren't dangerous." she tells him, unconcernedly towelling
herself down, "Besides this is different. Now hurry up you lot."
"See what I mean." I say to him, tossing my own shirt and reaching for a
towel.
"I guess it doesn't make any difference, he can already see them." Lena
mutters. and I look up to where she is looking down at her boobs, which are
easily visible under her wet T-shirt. Blushing, she grasps the hem and
strips it off, setting her firm round breasts bobbing, and my uncle gulping
and whirling, to look away.
"What's wrong Uncle Liam, got something in your eye?" I gibe.
"You could say that." he mutters, crimson featured.
"What's wrong with my boobies?" Lena asks, moving up beside him, "You
looked at them when I had the shirt on."
He glances down and snaps his eyes back to the willow lying across the
drive. Then with a sigh, he looks back and says, "Nothing I guess. But
your mother wouldn't like you parading them like that."
"Pooh, who's going to tell her." she says, "Besides, people do it all the
time."
"You're right, people do, do it all the time. I guess I'm just a little
old fashioned, I know I shouldn't let it bother me, but you just surprised
me. Actually, they're very nice 'boobies', magnificent in fact."
"Oooh, thankyou!" she squeals, jumping up and wrapping her arms and legs
around him, mashing her breasts flat against his chest as she kisses him
resoundingly.
He meets my amused gaze over her shoulder, shrugging helplessly. "O.K.
Lena, I think you can get down now." he tells her.
As Lena slides to the floor, Katy calls out, "Hurry up and get your pants
off you lot, so we can go inside."
"Forget it, you little voyeur." I tell her, "Scram."
Liam then surprises me by saying, "Take your own advice Geoff. Unless you
plan on nailing yourself into her parents bedroom, she's going to peek.
Besides according to you, she's seen it all before. Maybe Lena should be
the one to scram."
"Do I have to?" the mendacious little minx asks, "I've never seen a grown
up one before. I'll let you see mine."
"You don't have to do that." he says, "But if we do let you look, you can't
tell anybody, they might get a bit upset."
"No, if you do it, I do it too." Lena replies, "You're right, we shouldn't
let a bit of skin bother us."
Katy follows this conversation wide eyed and grins wickedly as realises
that she has managed to start the process of wearing my uncle down.
I glance at my uncle and he nods. Shrugging, I slip my thumbs into the top
of my shorts and wait. Lena too slides her thumbs under the waistband of
her bikini bottom and Uncle Liam releases the snap at the top of his
shorts, the sound like a rifle shot in the tension filled air.
As if that is a signal, Lena, blushing all the way down to he nipples,
swiftly slips her bottoms down to her ankles and steps out of them.
Standing with her hands together over her mound, she looks directly at my
uncle.
Blushing almost as fiercely as her, he lowers the zipper of his pants and
halts, looking at me. Shrugging, I push my shorts off my hips and let them
fall with a wet slap to the floor. Lena turns at the sound and gasps. "I
thought it would be bigger than that!" she exclaims convincingly, staring
at my shrivelled member."
Behind her, Liam lets his pants fall and she whirls back. "Oh, that's
better." she whispers, staring at his cock, which while still limp, has
begun to fill with blood, under the influence of our forbidden actions.
Dropping her hands to her sides, she takes a couple of steps backwards, so
that she can look at us both at once.
For Uncle Liam's benefit, I stare at Lena adolescent pubis, imagining the
tight little hole concealed within the wine red folds of her prominent
inner labia. Dreaming of running my fingers over the baby smooth skin of
her plump outer lips and through the small tuft of hair at the top of her
slit.
My thoughts soon have the blood rushing to my groin, and my cock begins to
stir, swiftly extending and rising until it points at the ceiling. "Oh
wow!" Katy cries excitedly, "Geoff's is growing like yours did last night
Uncle Liam. Yours is too. How come that's happening? Nothing's rubbing
it."
"It also happens sometimes, when a man sees a pretty girl without any
clothes on." he explains haltingly.
"Oh wow!" Lena breaths, "You mean I'm doing that? I'm making you get all
stiff like that?"
"Yes, looking at you is making us get erections." he answers, "I was hoping
it wouldn't happen, but I guess it was too much expect of Geoff, and when
it happened to him, I started thinking about things I shouldn't and it
happened to me too."
"What sort of things?" Katy asks.
At the same time, Lena asks naively, "Does it hurt?"
My uncle chooses to answer Lena's question, saying, "No it doesn't hurt,
actually it feels pretty good." reaching for a towel, he continues, "Now I
think we've all had a good enough look, let's go and get some clothes on."
"Um, Liam." Lena begins hesitantly.
"Yes." he stops sawing the towel across his back and lets it dangle from
one hand.
"I'm feeling sort of funny down here." she whispers, reaching down and
pulling her inner labia apart, "Can you look and see if anything's wrong."
"No!" he half shouts, causing her to flinch and jerk her hands away from
her crotch. "I'm sorry Lena." he apologises, "You just surprised me
again."
Oh God this is getting out of hand." he mutters, then in a stronger tone,
"There's absolutely nothing at all wrong with you, you're just starting to
feel the same way we do when our penises get hard. Look, do you ever
masturbate?"
"What's that?" Katy asks from her position beside the door.
"Shit, I forgot you were there." he says, "Masturbation is rubbing your
penis or vulva, that's there between your legs." he waves vaguely.
"Why do you do that?" Lena ask naively, "Mum says that's dirty."
"Well your mother's wrong." he says, "But let's finish out here and go
inside first, I'll explain while we're getting dressed."
Suiting actions to his words, he briskly finishes drying himself and Lena
and I do the same. Pushing Katy ahead of him, he leads us inside and into
the lounge.
As soon as we get there, Katy squirms away and asks, "O.K. what's
mastibashun?"
"Like I said before, masturbation is rubbing yourself between your legs.
People do it because it feels good. And that's why your mother told you it
was dirty. She doesn't want you to find out about sex until, you are
older. Which I think is really silly. You've started to have periods
haven't you?"
"Um yeah," she says, "but Mum says I'm not supposed to talk about it."
"Hmn, this might be a little more complicated than I thought. Is your
mother very religious Lena?"
"No not really, but Gran is." she replies. "Why?"
"Because that explains a few things. O.K. girls I want you to solemnly
promise not to repeat a single thing I'm going to say here. No trick
promises this time Katy. This one's got to be for real, because if anybody
finds out there'll be hell to pay. Especially for Geoff and me, but Lena
will probably cop it plenty bad and you might too."
"O.K. we promise not to say anything." Katy answers for both of them and
Lena nods.
"O.K." Uncle Liam, takes a deep breath, "What has your mother told you
about your periods Lena?"
"Just that they're something to do with having babies, but I don't need to
know any more until I get married." she replies truthfully.
"Silly bitch." he mutters, "Uh, sorry Lena, but in this day and age that's
a pretty stupid attitude. O.K. first things first; you're right, your
periods are to do with having babies. It's you're body making your womb
ready for an egg which you produce about two weeks after your period stops.
If the egg get fertilised by a mans sperm, it sticks to the side of your
womb and grows into a baby. If it doesn't you have another period and it
starts all over again."
"How does a mans sperm get inside a girl?" Katy asks innocently.
"I'm getting to that." he tells her, "The sperm gets inside when a man puts
his penis in a woman's vagina, that's the hole where the blood comes out
Lena, if you don't know that already."
"This hole?" Katy asks, lying down on the mattress and pulling her pussy
lips apart.
"Yes that hole." he answers. "Now stop that. A man puts his penis in a
woman's vagina and moves it in and out until his sperm squirts out and if
it's the right time of the month, that's about four days before and after
the egg comes down, it joins with the egg and a new baby is started."
"Wouldn't that hurt?" Lena asks, "Katy's hole, uh vagina is pretty small
and mine isn't much bigger."
"No, a woman's vagina stretches a lot, it's got to, because that's where
the baby comes out when it's ready. That does hurt, but sex usually only
hurts the first time, because there's a piece of skin inside a girl's
vagina that has to be broken. Don't bother trying to show us Katy. After
that it will only hurt if you try to do it too quick and there's no
lubrication."
"What's that?"
"Slippery fluids that are made inside the vagina when a girl or woman is
aroused, so that a man's penis can slide easily. You can use artificial
lubricants, but unless there's some sort of medical problem, they shouldn't
be used, because if they're needed otherwise, only the man's going to get
any satisfaction. The girl won't be uncomfortable like if she was dry, but
if both people aren't getting good feelings from sex then you shouldn't do
it."
"Why?"
"Because sex is about love and affection, if a man or boy just wants to use
you for his own pleasures, then he's a selfish bastard and you should piss
him of and find somebody who cares. Boy's you can give a second chance to,
because they aren't very experienced, but if they're not interested in
helping you to feel good too, dump them and spread the word. It'll keep
other girls from making a poor choice and it might just bring the boy to
his senses.
"Now you're still a little young to think about having sex yet Lena. Oh,
you're probably physically ready, but unless you get a very understanding
and gentle lover, it'll probably be a big disappointment and that just
makes it harder the next time.
"In the meantime; when you're in private, you can explore your body and
find out what feels good and what doesn't. I'll give you a couple of
pointers, your clitoris, that's the little bump at the top of your slit, is
just about the most sensitive part of your body and rubbing it will
probably give you the most pleasure. But you should start by softly
rubbing all over the outside of your pussy first, and when you start to
make lubricants use them to make your clit slippery, by then it should be
getting hard and stiff like our penises did."
"How come Katy's sticks out like that? And is my pussy my vulva?"
"Yes pussy is just another name for vulva and there are lots of other
names. I'm sure Katy can work them out from all she's heard over at the
yards. Her clitoris is that big because they come in all shapes and sizes,
Katy's is unusually large, in fact it's just about the biggest one I've
ever seen. Most women's clits are about the size of a peanut or a bit
smaller."
"How will I know when it's time to have sex with a boy?" Katy asks, "I
mean I'm feeling sort of tingly down here." she rubs absently at her little
pussy, "Sort of like I want to piddle, but I don't. And it's getting
slippery too. And my clitty's getting bigger. And I was just wondering
what it would feel like if you put your penis in me."
My uncle, who had been struggling to tell Katy to stop her 'idle?' fondling
of her little slit, cries out, "Oh shit! No Katy! THAT would not be a
good idea." At the same time, his prick, which had almost fully relaxed,
snaps to attention so fast that it almost slaps his belly, signalling that
it thought the idea was great.
"Would you please stop rubbing yourself and listen very carefully to what I
say. I could get into enough trouble just for telling you about sex. If I
actually did it with you and anybody found out, I could go to jail. And
the people in jail do not like men who have sex with little girls, I could
get killed."
"Even if I wanted you to do it?" she asks incredulously.
"Yes, even then," he replies, "because they would think that I did
something that made you want it."
"So who can I do it with so I can see what it's like?" Katy asks.
"Nobody!" my uncle says forcefully, "You are way to young to even think
about having sex yet. You should wait until you are at least as old a
Lena, and even then you should wait a couple of more years. In the
meantime, you can masturbate, but do it when you are alone. O.K.?"
"What did you mean about Mum being religious?" Lena asks, in an attempt to
divert attention.
Uncle Liam gives her a grateful look, and while his attention is on her, I
give Katy a warning look, she responds with an impudent display of her
tongue, but nods agreement.
"Well religious people have some really funny ideas about sex, that they
get from the bible. They usually think that sex should only be used for
having babies and having sex for fun is a sin. Of course that means that
they think the masturbation is wrong, because the only reason for
masturbating is to feel good.
"Now although your mother might not be religious like your grandmother, she
was taught about sex by her and although your mother might know that what
she was taught is wrong, she still doesn't believe that it's wrong. Do you
understand what I mean?"
"Um, sort of I think." she replies hesitantly, "It's like knowing that
there's nothing wrong with people like Jane's friend Paul, but you sort of
feel uncomfortable around them anyway."
"Exactly, that's a perfect example." he replies. "If you hear something
often enough, especially when you are young, you believe it, and you can
keep on believing, even when you KNOW it's wrong."
"Now a couple of other things, and these is some of the most important
things, that's why I saved them for last:
First, never have sex with a boy unless he's wearing a condom. That's a
rubber bag that goes over a penis and catches the sperm. It'll stop you
getting pregnant, but more importantly, it will stop you catching any
diseases that he might have.
"So even if you go on the pill later, you should still use a condom unless
you know the boy very well, and you are the only one doing it with him. If
you even suspect the boy is having sex with somebody else, he wears a
condom or he can masturbate.
"Also, if a boy won't take 'no' for an answer, that's rape, it doesn't
matter how nice he is, if he won't stop when you tell him too, he's a
rapist and you are fully entitled to do anything you have to, to get away
from him.
"If you can't get away, tell somebody you can trust as soon as you can,
don't stop to think about it, just tell somebody. If he threatens to kill
you, it doesn't matter, still tell someone, because if you don't he's
either going to come back again or he's going to do it to other people.
"If you keep your mouth shut, it will really screw you up inside and if you
find out later about somebody else he's hurt, it'll screw you up even
further. If you talk about it, it will help you heal. Besides, you're
better off taking the risk of getting killed, than being a slave to scum
like that, and that's what you'd be if you let him take control of your
life."
"Now, I really think It's time that we got dressed and on the road gang,
your father's going to wonder what we are doing. Now for all our sakes,
please keep quiet about this. I won't ask you to lie about it, if your
parents asks you a direct question tell them everything I told you.
They'll still probably be mad at me, but if you just tell them I taught you
about sex, the first thing they'll think is that I showed you and once they
get that idea in their heads, you'll have a damned hard time getting them
to listen to the rest."
As he was saying this, I'd been sorting through clothes, picking out
underpants for the girls and handing them to them, Katy looked at hers as
if they were something you might find under a rock, but she slips them on
anyway. Once the first modicum of modesty has been restored for the girls,
I leave them to finish dressing and find clothes for myself.
Once we're dressed, we have a quick whip around, Lena and I packing up the
last of my stuff up, and stripping the mattresses and Katy and Uncle Liam
seeing to the kitchen and banking the fire.
On my way out the door with the sheets and pillowslips, I grab the ruined
pillow and take them downstairs. While the washing machine is filling with
water, I tip the feathers from the pillow into the composter and dispose of
the ruined cover.
Five minutes later we collect a couple of crowbars and a bowsaw from under
the house and troop off down the drive to where it crosses the creek. On
the other side is my uncles little 4WD. A cable runs from the winch to a
tree on this side of the creek and my uncle instructs me and the girls to
hold onto it as we cross.
Adventurous soul that she is, Katy is the first to make the attempt, but
has to retreat, as the water swirling about her thighs threatens to knock
her off her feet. However she refuses to be left behind, and insists that
I carry her on my shoulders. I very carefully pick my way across the
creek, gripping the cable tightly under my arm and using one of the
crowbars as a staff. Her extra weight actually makes it easier to maintain
my footing.
When I tell my uncle this, he brings Lena, carrying his jeans and our
footwear across the same way and after instructing me on how to run the
winch, goes back to unfasten the cable and secure it about his waist. As he
crosses I wind the cable on the drum, keeping just enough tension to
prevent it dragging in the water.
After rinsing the mud from our feet and drying off with an old towel from
the car, we slip our footwear on and pile inside. He drives about five
kilometres down the road to where Lena's father and brothers are working on
a huge ghost gum which completely blocks the road.
"What the hell took you so long?" Bob Shead yells, switching off his
chainsaw.
"They did." Uncle Liam answers, laying the blame on us, "They spent half
the night looking at the stars and they were still asleep when I got there.
They fed me breakfast, and then Katy wanted to go swimming. A mud fight
and another swim and here we are."
"Well now that you're finally here, get to work over there. You kids can
help the boys shift what we've already cut. Having said this, he fires up
his chainsaw and starts tearing into the tree.
Lena introduces me to her brothers, Gordon and Jeremy. Gordon is about
eighteen years old and looks as strong as an ox and just about as bright.
Jeremy is about fifteen and almost as strong as his brother, if anything,
his light burns even dimmer than his brother's. Katy watches them heaving
at a large branch for a while, one of them working at each end with a
crowbar, even with their considerable strength they are only moving it a
few inches at a time.
"Hey, Jeremy you big dummy." Katy calls.
"Yeah Katy?" he blinks amiably.
"Come here and work on the same end as Gordon." she orders.
"Why?"
"Don't worry about that, just do it." she orders imperiously. "Gordon wait
for Jeremy."
Moving ponderously, Jeremy joins his brother and under Katy's guidance,
they set their bars to the log and heave. They blink with surprise when
the end of the log lurches a good two feet. After another four heaves she
directs them to the other end and a couple of minutes later the branch is
clear of the road.
Fortunately, both boys are very amiable lads, because she bosses them
unmercifully. Even when they make a mistake and she curses them roundly,
they just accept the abuse calmly and wait for her to tell them where to
put the crowbars.
Leaving them to deal with what Bob cuts, Lena and I join my uncle and start
in on what he has already cut. Ten minutes later, having reduced the crown
of tree to manageable potions, Liam takes Lena's crowbar and Bob takes mine
and not very many minutes later the road is clear.
Moving from tree to tree, we work our way down the road, even eating lunch
on the move, and about two o'clock that afternoon, we meet James and Jane
coming the other way. Working with them is a sleeper cutter, who with his
big chainsaw and tractor has helped them to cut an hour off their best
estimate.
After making a show of counting heads and limbs and hugging all three of
us, Jane herds us into their car, kicking Jimmy out, to go back with my
uncle.
Chapter 12 - HOMECOMING.
"So were you girls good for Geoff?" Jane asks, after letting Katy chatter
on for ten minutes or so about her stint as public works foreman, and how
much faster the Shead boys worked under her direction. Twisting sideways
in her seat, Jane looks back at us between the seats.
"Yes Mum."
"Yes Jane."
"Geoff?" Jane raises her eyebrows.
"Well they did make a bit of a wallow in the middle of the lawn." I answer.
"You helped!" they protest in unison.
"Personal Jinx." I cry, earning thumps in the ribs from both sides.
"Well, that should give us a bit of peace." James says, laughing when Katy
kicks the back of his seat.
"Geoff," Jane asks, "I meant to ask, what does 'personal' jinx mean?"
"I'm the only one who can break it. You can order them about by name and
they still can't talk."
"I think I like that." She grins, "Plan on keeping it up for long?"
"Oh, I might do something about it about bedtime." I say airily. "Ouch!
Tomorrow." Katy pauses her fist cocked for another assault on my ribs.
"What about this wallow? How did that come about?"
"Oh, We decided to go swimming in the rain yesterday morning, and the
ground was so slippery, that we didn't make it very far before the ground
spanked Katy. We laughed, she threw and the rest is now a fair start on a
vegie patch."
"If that's the worst you managed to do, I'm more than pleased." she
laughed. "Nothing else not covered by our insurance?"
"I kicked Katy's boots off the steps in my hurry to get up before the rain
started. Oh, and I owe you a pillow. Lena and I had a pillow fight. Mine
lost." I reply.
Forget it," she tells me, "that's cheap babysiting."
"You know, you just unjinxed me, don't you Geoff?" Lena says.
"Of course." I reply as if I'd done it deliberately.
"Hey you did me too!" Katy cries, suddenly realising that she's wasted
thirty seconds in which she could have been telling me what she thought of
me.
"You know all of those things, I said about you yesterday Geoff?" Katy
begins conversationally, "Well consider them said again."
"Huh, what's this?" James says, tilting his rear view mirror so that he can
look at his daughter, "Have you been swearing again?"
"Not so as you'd notice." I reply with a laugh, "Though she did manage to
very thoroughly curse me and four generations of my family, including one
that I haven't had a chance to start yet. But she didn't swear. She does
need to spend more time at the cattle yards though, she begins to repeat
herself after only five minutes."
"Katy!" Jane exclaims in shocked tones, "I hope Geoff tanned your hide good
and proper."
"Nope." she replies impudently.
"Why not?" Jane asks me.
"I was too busy taking notes." I reply, and both James and his wife laugh.
"Besides, she didn't really mean it, she was just trying to shock me into
talking when she had us jinxed."
"Well I'm glad she wasn't really naughty." Jane says, "She can be a real
handful at times."
"He wouldn't let me be naughty." Katy declares aggrievedly, "Every time I
even thought about it, he threatened me with the hair brush."
"A little outside the charter," Jane muses, "but the thought of five good
ones with the back of a hairbrush, always did keep me in line."
"The other side Mum!" Katy says.
"Oh?" Jane says ominously.
"Yeah well, I wouldn't have actually used it." I say, "But Mum's done it to
me a couple of times, when I pushed her so far she didn't bother to check
which side she was swinging at my legs. After that, all she had to say
was: 'You'll feel the rough side of the hairbrush if you keep that up.' And
after Katy stepped on it. Well?"
"I can imagine." Jane says, "THAT would have kept Charles Manson in line."
After that, the conversation turns to how we kept ourselves amused, so I
sit back and listen to how creative Katy can be. Amazingly she manages to
avoid any outright lies, and I silently applaud my protege.
As Katy winds down, James turns into their drive and comes to a halt behind
my uncle a minute later. "O.K. looks like it's shanks pony from here." he
announces. "As soon as the 'dry' comes we concrete it Jane."
"Yes dear." She replies in the tones of a wife who has heard similar
promises before. "Take some groceries with you." Turning to us, she adds,
"You too."
"Yes Mum." Katy returns, perfectly mimicking her mother's tones.
We all load up, carting the entire carload of groceries across the creek in
two trips. Jane sends Katy up to the house to send Jimmy, who had bolted
as soon as my uncle had come to a halt, back with the wheelbarrow. We meet
him about halfway to the house, but when he reaches for the bags we are
carrying, my uncle informs him that his load is still at the creek.
Muttering under his breath, he passes us and five minutes later he is still
muttering as he makes three trips up and down the stairs and heads back for
towards the creek.
"You didn't have to do the washing." Jane says to me, as she hands out tea
and bickies in the lounge.
"We didn't have much choice, if we wanted dry towels." I reply, turning a
stern look on the girls.
"Really, what bits did Katy leave out?" she asks.
"Just the water fight these two had in the bathroom." I say, "They had a
bubble bath and by the time they were finished the floor was awash, when I
went to put a stop to it, the place was ankle deep in suds." There, all
basically true statements, admittedly amounting to a major distortion of
the truth, but true all the same. (Beat that Katy.) "Did you know boobs
float?" I add with a direct look at Lena.
"Geoff!" she screams, turning bright crimson.
"As a matter of fact, yes I did." Jane answers dryly over James and my
uncle's chuckles.
Just then, Jimmy enters the room and throws himself down on the mattress.
"O.K. that's just about enough of that young man." Jane says sternly,
"you've been sulking since I made you apologise to that family sleeping
next to us, and I'm just about sick of it."
"They're just a bunch of dumb coons." he mutters.
"Jimmy!" James thunders, rising from his chair.
"No James, I'll handle this." Jane gently but firmly, eases her livid
husband back into his chair. "Those 'dumb coons', as you put it, Jimmy
leave you for dead. Both of those kids you insulted are a year ahead of
their age in school, their father is a full professor at Capricornia
University and their mother is an associate professor. Hows that for 'dumb
coons'?"
"Yeah abo studies." he says, still refusing to accept that these people
might be anything but his social inferiors.
"Yes he lectures in Aboriginal studies and comparative anthropology and
Neolithic culture too. His wife takes English and French literature." Jane
tells him coldly, "And if I hear one more derogatory remark like that
you'll be feeling the rough side of a hairbrush. Thanks Geoff and you can
thank your mother too."
She turns back to her scowling son, "People who think like you're thinking
now, nearly got me killed. And those same sort of people are the ones who
kidnapped Mr and Mrs Nangedera and shipped them off to England, to work
like slaves. They were lucky though they were adopted by a French couple
and were given a chance to go to the most prestigious university in France.
"Because of attitudes like yours, they wouldn't have stood a chance here,
because when they entered university over there, our government was still
treating their people like cattle. You know what a census is? Well under
the question, 'How many cows do you have?' there was one that asked, 'How
many aboriginals?'"
"I don't have to listen to this." he half shouts, rising to storm from the
room."
"Take one more step boy and I'll be the one swinging that hairbrush." James
rumbles ominously. "Now sit down, shut up and listen." Jimmy thumps back
to the mattress, glowering murderously.
"Now I'm going to tell you a true story and you are going to listen." Jane
tells him.
"Is that wise Jane?" James asks, glancing from Lena to my uncle to me, "I
assume this is THAT story."
"Yes it is, I've already told Geoff part of it and I said I'd tell him the
rest. I'm pretty sure we can trust them, besides, Dad's dead and any
attempt at prosecuting Mum would stir up so much media attention, that the
pope himself would shit. I didn't actually intend to tell it today, but
the way this bigot I gave birth to is acting has forced my hand. And I'm
damned tempted to go back to his old school and tell it there too."
"You're right dear, he needs to be told." James agrees.
"O.K. Jimmy, people, This happened back when I was a little girl, younger
than Katy is now. My father owned a cattle station up in the Territory and
some people from a mission station came to buy some cattle from him.
"One of these people was a church minister and he asked my father where the
local tribe of aboriginals was camped so that he could tell them about God.
Well at the time Dad was pretty religious, even though he went to a
different church, so he told the minister where to go.
"The minister went off to see the Aboriginals and Dad helped the driver
load the cattle on the truck. When the minister came back, they drove off
and Mum and Dad thought that would be the last that they would see of them.
"But instead of going back to the mission, they drove out of sight and then
they took the truck to a place about a mile from the aboriginals camp and
waited till the men went off hunting the next morning. As soon as the men
were gone and there was nobody left but the women and old men. They then
went to the swimming hole where all the kids were.
"The minister had found out where it was the day before, by saying that it
was very important that the children had a chance to learn about God and
got somebody to take him there. He told all of the kids all of these
really pretty stories and how people who let him lead them to God would get
all of these great rewards.
"This time, when he turned up, he gave everybody lollies and told them that
he and his friend were there to lead them to God. Everybody wanted to go
with him, but the oldest girl said she had to tell their mother's where
they were going first, because she was in charge.
"Well, suddenly these nice men, turned into bad men and marched everybody
at gunpoint to the truck and forced them inside. I was with those
children, like I was nearly every day, and because I wanted to be like my
friends, I didn't wearing any clothes and my tan was so dark I looked like
one of them.
"I tried to tell them who I was, but they just thought I was one of the
station owner's bastard half-breed children and laughed at me and threw me
in the back of the truck with the other kids.
"Luckily, they drove past Dad, who was fixing a fence nearby, I screamed
out to him and he heard me. He ran back to the homestead and got the truck
and came after us. He caught up about twenty miles down the road.
"The minister thought he wanted to tell them something about the cattle
they'd bought, so they pulled over for him and got out to talk to him in
front of the truck.
"When he asked about us kids, they just smiled sweetly and told Dad that
they were taking us back with them to the mission station, where they were
going to give us a good Christian education and civilise us heathens. Dad
told them they had his daughter in the back of the truck and they said
something like he should leave the gins alone, (Authors note: a gin is the
pidgin term for an aboriginal woman.) as half-breeds were an abomination in
the sight of the lord.
"Dad started to get mad and told them to hand us kids over to him
immediately and the minister said something like 'Keep your shirt on, if
you really want a kid to poke, We'll sell you one.'
"Well that was the last straw for Dad, because the next thing I heard was
his revolver going off, over and over, and a few seconds later he came
around to where we were.
"Those damned mealy mouth hypocrites had us jammed in behind a gate on the
bottom deck of their cattle truck, right up the front where it was hottest
and there was no wind. After all, as far as they were concerned, the
cattle were more valuable than we were, so they naturally got the most air.
I think the youngest one of us was less than a year old and the eldest was
her mother, who was about fourteen.
"The place they were taking us to was about five hundred miles away and the
trip would probably have killed half a dozen of us, the baby might have
survived but her mother would have killed herself providing the milk to do
it.
"These people who called themselves men of God, were slavers plain and
simple. At the mission we would have been used and trained as menial
servants, while they beat a few pious words into our head with stockwhips.
But of course to them, anything done in God's name was all right.
"I later found out that many of the girl children that made it to and
through that particular mission station, got 'nice' homes in the church's
rectories in other states, where they were expected to keep the church and
rectory clean for the privilege of eating table scraps in the scullery.
The boys were kept on the station or other stations just like it and were
expected to do all of the heavy work.
"Half of girls who went out to the rectories ended up pregnant and got sent
back to the missions, where they were beaten senseless everyday for getting
pregnant and disgracing themselves (As if they had any choice in the
matter.) and their babies were sent off to orphanages, where if they were
lucky and not too black, they might be adopted. Otherwise they got some
very basic schooling and training and when they turned sixteen they were
chucked out to try and get a job.
"Anyway Dad told us all to get out of the truck, gave us his water bag and
the water bag from the cattle truck and told us to start walking back down
the road towards the station and not to look back. A few minutes later we
heard his truck start up and drive off in the other direction. Twenty
minutes after that, he came up behind us and we all got on the tray, except
for the baby and her mother, who got in the front with Dad.
"When we got back to the homestead, Mum came out onto the verandah and
asked Dad why he'd taken off like that. Then she saw us and nearly had a
fit. We were covered from head to foot in snot, cow shit and piss. Dad
told her part of what happened and she just started hugging and kissing
each and every one of us. By the time she was finished she was nearly as
filthy as we were.
"Dad sent us off to the stockmen's quarters, with the native women who
looked after the house and the stockmen's quarters, to get cleaned up,
while he talked to her and half a dozen of the hunters, who'd come back and
come over to see if the kids had come back to the station house with me.
"By the time we were clean, everybody had disappeared except for one old
woman who'd come from the camp to collect us kids. Mum came and got me
about three hours later and I didn't see Dad until I got back from the
waterhole the next day.
"Two days later, the troopers turned up and started asking questions. Dad
just acted stupid and said he'd never seen the missionaries. He showed
them the cattle he still had in the yards and said he'd have to turn them
out, as they were loosing condition and if these people couldn't turn up
when they said they would, he wasn't going to do business with them again.
"About a week after that, we heard the story that the men from the mission
had somehow or other turned onto the wrong road, their truck had broken
down and they'd wandered off into the desert. They had black trackers out
looking for them, but all that they'd managed to find so far was their
water bag. A week after that, it was written of as just another couple of
idiots who didn't know enough to stay with their vehicle when it broke
down."
"Jesus Jane," My uncle breaths, "I knew things were bad for the blacks on
those stations, but that's bloody barbaric."
"Yes, well that station was one of the worst, but even the best of them
became hell holes within a few of years of their establishment. Some
idealistic young couple would usually establish a mission station somewhere
for their church and after a while the church would use them as a place to
dump people who were starting to cause a stink elsewhere. The young couple
who started it all would either move on, or sometimes become as depraved as
the scum who joined them.
"Why is it that any large organisation moves it's trouble makers instead of
getting rid of them?" she muses.
"Probably because it's afraid of airing it's dirty laundry in public." I
say, "After all it tarnishes ones image to admit that you've been
harbouring criminals of the worst kind. Generally they've been up to no
good for quite some time before somebody important enough to take seriously
complains and by then, it might just come out that these people's
activities have been known to the hierarchy for some time. Much better to
just move them and keep an eye on them so that they can be moved again,
before somebody else complains. And eventually, if they are a big enough
embarrassment, shuttle them off to a place like these mission stations,
where the public doesn't give a shit about the people they abuse."
"You're right about that Geoff," James rumbles, "after all what are a few
lives ruined, when compared to the bottom line. And churches make it even
worse, because by their way of thinking the soul of the abuser is more
important to them than the lives of their victims, especially if those
lives belong to a few godless heathens and even if they're not, well it's
their souls that are important and suffering is good for the soul."
"That's stupid," Jimmy says heatedly, "If you keep on doing evil things to
me, well I'd start doing them back or to other people weaker than me."
"Exactly, the only suffering that's good for you is the sort that's imposed
with a positive goal for the person doing the suffering in mind. Like
exercise; if you are just trying to keep yourself fit, you stop when it
starts to hurt, but if you are trying to be the best you can be, then you
push yourself until it really hurts.
"However if somebody else is the one that's doing the pushing, well they'll
never really achieve their goal, you'll be faster or stronger but you won't
be the best you can be. That's why we're talking to you instead of whaling
the tar out of you like you deserve."
"Well why do you kit me when I do something wrong?" Jimmy asks.
"Because, you already know that it's wrong, the punishment is a reminder.
Think about it for a minute; haven't we always made sure you understood why
you were being punished, and that you felt you deserved the punishment
before you got it?"
"Most of the time," Jimmy answers, then grins, "except when I've been
really asking for it."
James grins back, "Yeah, well you already know had it coming, you were just
trying to establish when. Right?"
"Uh, right."
"So until you know and I mean really know something is wrong, punishment is
a waste of time. You've been believing that Aboriginals, and probably
Asians and anyone else who isn't white and pretty much like you, are not as
good as you. Until you stop thinking like that no amount of punishment is
going to do any real good.
"Now, do you understand what your mother has been trying to tell you?"
"I think so, I shouldn't think that people are worse than me, because when
I think like that, I think I can do whatever I like to them." Jimmy
answers.
"Close," his mother says, "Do you want to have a go at it Lena?"
"When you start thinking like that you stop seeing people as people, you
start thinking 'us' and 'them' and when you do that you can do whatever you
like." She says.
"Excellent, do you want to have a go at finishing it off Geoff?" Jane turns
to me.
"When you start thinking us and them, it usually starts out with little
things like name calling and then you start pushing them out of the way or
taking what should be theirs. After a while you start taking what they
already have and beating them up, until eventually you kill someone.
"And one of the worst things about thinking us and them, is that you keep
adding more people to that list called 'them' until it doesn't matter who
gets in your way, friends, family, anybody who isn't you.
"It's a very easy way to think, because it's not really thinking at all,
once the idea's in your head, you don't have to reason out why you don't
like somebody and you can get straight down to getting your own way. If
you have to hate somebody, have a damned good reason for hating them.
"There's a very simple rule that you can follow: Do as you please, but try
not to hurt other people doing it. All of the other rules are there to
deal with people who break that rule.
"Bravo." Jane applauds, "So Jimmy, are you ready to change the way you
think about other people? Especially the people who were my constant
companions for most of the first twenty years of my life."
"No." he answers and waits until all eyes are turned on him in shock. "I
already changed it, back when you told us about Grampa killing those
arseholes. It's just everybody at school talked like that and I started to
too, I tried so hard to fit in, that I forgot all those stories you used to
tell us about going walkabout and everything."
"Well think about the sort of friends that you want," Jane says seriously,
"you'll be going to high school with Lena this year. Do you really want to
be with the crowd that is so unsure of itself, that the people in it, have
to keep on reminding themselves how much better than everybody else they
are?"
"Now who's for a swim?" she says, letting the subject drop, "We haven't had
a bath in nearly three days and you four are a bit fragrant yourselves."
Before her mother has finished talking, Katy is tearing at her clothes,
quickly stripping down to her undies. Jimmy too, is quick to loose his T-
shirt and he and his sister are out the door and heading across the grass
before the rest of us have begun to move.
As Jane and James head for their bedroom, Lena, my uncle and I go out onto
the verandah. Surprisingly, Lena just drops her shorts and the jocks she
is wearing in front of us and slips on her bikini bottoms. Then after
giving us a cheeky waggle of her bottom, that matches her grin, she skips
down the stairs and with her long legs flashing, runs down to the dam.
Uncle Liam and I exchange startled glances, then pick up our shorts and
head for the bathroom. Silently, we change and meet Jane and James as they
come out of the house.
Seeing the shorts and jocks on the deck, Jane simply picks them up and
drapes them over the rail, as if finding the like was a common occurrence.
Though she does comment on the damp state of Katy's nightshirt and raises
her eyebrows at the skimpy knickers that she'd worn.
"Oh, I said something she found hilarious and by the time she'd finished
blowing oatmeal out of her nose, she decided it needed a wash." Uncle Liam
explains.
"Oh."
By the time we arrive at the dam, the kids are involved in a game of
underwater tag that they immediately break off, rushing us as we enter the
water.
"Torpedo!" Katy yells, tugging on my left hand.
"Back flips!" is Lena's choice as she quite deliberately knocks my uncle
flying. Fortunately for his well being her T-shirt this time is a dark
navy blue, and while it clings and outlines the shape of her firm young
breasts, at leat it is opaque.
"Well Jimmy?" his father asks.
"Back flips Dad." he replies.
Jane has swum over to what remains of the island and is gently untangling
debris from around the few remaining plants and straitening bent stems,
sighing at the damage that the storm has wrought. As she steps up into the
hole left by the roots of the willow tree, I note that the thin cotton
shirt she is wearing clearly outlines, a small potbelly and large, slightly
sagging breasts topped by dark areola nearly three inches in diameter.
Below her shirt I get a glimpse of a dense mat of dark hair behind knickers
at least as sheer as those worn by Katy that morning.
A tug on my hand, draws my attention back to Katy, who is grinning like a
maniac, her gaze flick briefly to her mother and back to me and she gives
me a very deliberate wink. Winking back, I hold out my hand and let her
get into position for a torpedo, then send her skimming across the water,
burbling with delight.
Two torpedos and half a dozen cannonballs later, she decides that she
want's to dive from my shoulders. I take up my assigned position on the
platform and allow her to step into my hand and from there to my shoulders.
This time as her pussy passes my nose, I see only the merest hint of shape
beneath the slightly baggy, canary yellow knickers I'd picked out for her
earlier.
She steadies herself for a few seconds on my shoulders, then launches
herself almost vertically, slicing cleanly into the water only inches from
the edge of the platform and leaving her knickers floating just below the
surface. A couple of seconds later, she emerges from the water with them
draped over her head.
Grinning at having found a way to overcome my attempt to thwart her
exhibitionistic tendencies, she grabs the edge of the platform and pushes
of from the pole. She skims across the surface for a few metres, showing
me her plump little mound. Then as her knickers begin to slide from her
head she grabs them and ducks below the surface.
As she strokes back towards me, her little bottom is once more encased in
concealing fabric, though she has pulled her undies somewhat higher than
the designers had intended. I try to frown at her as I haul her up onto
the platform, but her cheeky grin is too infectious and I'm helpless to
prevent the corners of my mouth quirking upwards in an answering smile.
And when she lifts her foot to my shoulder, I discover that she has another
surprise for me. The brazen little exhibitionist has slipped the leg band
of her undies into the crease between her pussy lips.
Gulping a little, I look down and away, haunted by her teasing giggle.
Again, as she knifes into the water, she contrives to loose her knickers,
but this time they are not so well behaved as to remain on the surface and
she thrashes about in the water for several seconds before she finds them.
She answers my teasing grin, by throwing the wet cloth in my face and in
revenge, I drape them over the top of the pole and dive into the water,
tagging her on the way past. "Your it." I tell her, when I rise to the
surface.
Jimmy and Lena immediately abandon their respective launchers, allowing my
uncle and James to join Jane and settle back into the sun warmed water
filling the hollow in the centre of the island. Their murmuring
conversation seems to blend into the quiet hum of the bush, but it is not
very long before the shrieks and laughter of Katy and Jimmy fill the air,
and even Lena soon looses consciousness of her advanced years, her voice
rising shrilly as Katy gooses her from below.
A few minutes later, Jane calls out to her daughter, "Katy, just what are
your knickers doing up there?"
"Geoff put them there." Katy answers with a giggle.
"She threw them in my face." I say defensively.
"Oh that's all right then." Jane says and turns back to her conversation.
"I poke my tongue out at her and say, "You're still it." She comes at me
beneath the surface and I dive deep into the freezing bottom waters of the
dam, coming up behind her and swimming away.
Abandoning me, she goes after her brother, who has drifted too close to her
and rises to the surface, with a victorious shout. She swims off towards
Lena, who bobs up and down near the diving platform and after giving her
the mandatory five seconds head start, Jimmy dives towards them.
Suddenly the girls start squabbling over which one of them Jimmy tagged
first and a moment later Katy emerges from the fray, swinging Lena's T-
shirt victoriously over her head. As a red faced Lena lunges at her, she
takes careful aim and the T-shirt joins her knickers on top of the pole.
Lena dives on a madly giggling Katy to extract her revenge, but when a
moment later she attempt a mad one armed dash for escape, I realise that
Katy has gone for her bikini bottoms and before I can intervene, she comes
up twirling them on a finger. Then just as a furiously blushing Lena
reaches for them, she flicks them onto the dam bank, just far enough from
the water's edge that Lena would have to show all to retrieve them.
Deciding that discretion is the better part of valour, I join the other
adults in their warm hollow. Together we watch in amusement as Jimmy
cheerfully ignores all of Lena's entreaties for him to get them back for
her. A moment later his grin disappears, as she an Katy exchange looks and
advance on him.
He frantically backpedals for a few metres then realises that he has now
trapped himself in shallow water and greatly reduced his chances of escape.
A moment later his chances are reduced to zero as Lena's feet touch bottom
and his eyes lock on her wobbling breasts as they emerge from the water.
Blushing, she continues her advance and pounces on him, pinning him in the
shallows. She says something to him that makes him stops kicking his legs
and he submissively allows Katy to pull his shorts and underwear from his
hips. Waving them triumphantly, she heaves them onto the bank.
"Somehow or other I don't think we're going to see much in the way of
swimwear around here after this." James notes with a grin a minute later,
as the three children return to their game, now totally unconcerned by
their lack of attire.
"Come on Geoff." Lena calls with a wicked grin as she swims past, the white
flash of her bottom just visible beneath the surface.
"Yeah, come on Geoff." Katy chimes in as I shake my head.
"Uh-uh," I say, "I like my pants just where they are."
"Chicken." Jane taunts me.
"I will if you will." I throw back at her.
"What join in or take my clothes off?" she teases.
"Either." I return, wondering just how far she is prepared to take it.
A moment later I find out, as she begins to unfasten the buttons of her
shirt. "Well?"
I turn my eyes to James for guidance, but he just grins at my discomfort
and starts talking to my uncle about concreting the creek bed where their
driveway crosses it. 'Well if he wants it like that.' I think, 'So be it.'
I lift my hips and slip my shorts and jocks down my legs and hold them up
for Jane to see. She just shrugs her shirt from her shoulders and while I
am distracted, she snatches my pants from my hand and throws them onto the
grass and a moment later tosses her knickers on top.
"Well?" she asks, drawing her shoulders back and facing me squarely.
"You were wrong Jane." I say, "You're still worth a second glance."
"What, even with that to compete with?" she asks waving at Lena, who is
preparing to dive from the platform.
"Well maybe not," I answer, "but you don't have brothers who straighten
crowbars across the back of their necks."
"Point taken." she laughs, she then turns to her husband and my uncle, "
Well you two, ready to shed a few years and join the kids?"
James is the first to toss his shorts on top of the growing pile on the
bank and with a muttered "Oh hell!" my uncle's soon follow.
It is only when Jane stands up and steps over the rim of the crater, that
the kids notice the pile of clothing on the bank and swim over to line up a
few feet away grinning like madmen, waiting to see who will be the first of
the menfolk to break.
The tension, brings a stirring to my groin and I decide to move before I
dare not. 'Dignity.' I think, rising without haste and stepping after
Jane, who regards me approvingly from her position at the end of the line.
I take up station at the other end of the line beside Katy and turn just in
time to watch Uncle Liam scuttle over the rim, to the tune of the kid's
giggles.
James waits, showmanlike, for my uncle to plunge into the water before
moving. On the other side of Katy, Lena gasps at the impressive slab of
meat that swings between his legs, its circumcised head brushing his thigh
well below the level of his pendulous balls. As I involuntarily look
towards the source of the sound, Katy turns her head towards me and very
deliberately licks her lips.
She then pokes me in the chest and squeals, "You're it!" before leading the
scattering pack away from me. I give them a few seconds to disperse then
plunge beneath the surface, heading after Jane as I figure that she'll be
the easiest to catch. Surprisingly she shows considerable agility in the
water and when I return to the surface, she is quite some distance away.
Jimmy however, is not so lucky and once again, he lets himself be cornered
on the far side of the dam. The game goes on for a few minutes longer, but
it soon becomes obvious, that with so many people in the water the game is
too easy. As an alternative, Katy suggests tilting at each other on the
pole running from the bank to the diving platform.
We quickly establish the rules of engagement, deciding that Katy and Jimmy
should lead off the tournament and the winner of each engagement should
take on the next oldest in line. I'm unsurprised when Katy quickly
polishes off her brother. Grabbing his right arm, she pulls him towards
herself then applies pressure to the outside of his elbow, forcing him to
unlock his legs and fall away from her.
The match with Lena is however much closer and I enjoy the sight of her
violently bobbling breasts for quite some time before Katy manages to shift
Lena's centre of gravity enough to overbalance her. Lena does drag Katy
down with her but Katy is declared the victor and it is my turn to face
her.
Feeling confident, I straddle the pole near the bank and work my way out
along it. But by the time I make it into position, I'm feeling a little
less sure of myself, as the surface of the dry old timber has been worn
smooth as glass by the passage of many feet. It also has a slightly greasy
texture, brought about by a thin film of algae growing on the timber.
My stay on the log is even briefer than Jimmy's was. As I extend my arms
to grapple with Katy, she grabs the wrist of one in both hands, locks her
legs about the log and falls off. The next thing I know, I'm bobbing in
the water and Katy is hanging with her head submerged, but less than ten
seconds later, she is back astride the log and waiting for my uncle.
Him, she psychs out. Arching her back, she appears to be trying to hook
his legs with her foot, but is actually reaching for his eyes with her
upthrust pussy. He falls from the log before contact is even made.
Finally it is her father's turn, Jane having declined her turn, saying that
her boobs make her too top heavy for this sort of thing. At last Katy has
met her match; James a veteran of many such battles, uses his greater
height and reach to simply pluck her off the log and drop her in the water.
However his stay on the log is brief. As he shakes his hands over his head
in self congratulation, Jane grabs an ankle and unceremoniously dumps him
in the water.
Next comes jousting, on the shelf of mud, which runs along the side of the
dam furthest from the house. Again Jane sits this one out, electing to
judge the contest and ensure that no fouls are committed. Jimmy teams up
with his father, Katy with me and Lena with my uncle as her steed.
First up, Katy and I square off against Lena and my uncle, and we win when
we get between them and the bank and force Uncle Liam to step back off the
edge of the shelf. She again wins against her father and brother,
unseating Jimmy in exactly the same fashion that she had forced him from
the pole.
But that is her last win, as this time when we square off against Lena and
Uncle Liam, they refuse to be pushed far enough from the bank to allow us
inside them and the girls grapple, rocking back and forth seeking that
little extra bit of purchase, that will allow them to topple their
opponent. Katy soon becomes distracted by her prominent clit rubbing
against the back of my neck and as her coordination goes, Lena quickly
unseats her.
Then when she and Jimmy face off, he allows himself to become distracted by
her bobbing breasts. He misses his grapple and Lena quickly pushes him off
his father's shoulders. Katy, already aroused by their previous encounter,
begins this bout at a serious disadvantage, and within seconds Lena has the
strength draining from her limbs.
The final bout between, Lena and Jimmy turns out to be a no contest. Lena
shimmies violently, shaking her firm young breasts at him and he literally
throws himself from his fathers shoulders, his crimson face as he surfaces
a clear indicator, that his abrupt dismount had arisen from a desire to
hide his growing erection from his father.
Jane upholds his protest against Lena's techniques, declaring that she had
used unauthorised weaponry and awards the point to him. And with a
quizzical look at Katy, which indicates that she at least suspects the
reason for her uncharacteristic clumsiness, she declares the contest over.
Final score: Lena three, Katy two and Jimmy one.
James then blots his copybook by jokingly saying, "Maybe you should have
allowed Lena's methods, because that way, when you and I took on Geoff and
Liam you could have just beaten him senseless."
"If you think I'm going to get up on your shoulders after a crack like
that," she begins, her voice barely audible over the kids laughter.
However she doesn't stay mad for long, and as Uncle Liam and I
diplomatically turn our tails and run, her throaty chuckles join the
children's.
"Oh, you cowards," Jane calls after us, still chuckling, "you can come back
now."
"Are you sure?" I ask, "I wouldn't want cauliflower ears."
"Well I might give you a fat lip, but yeah you're safe. Actually I think
it's about time we got out, I'm getting witches feet," she picks up one
foot, showing us it's wrinkled sole. "and I think we really should get
Lena's tits out of the sun before they get any redder."
We all look at the aforementioned features; where the once white skin, has
taken on a distinct rosy glow, unconnected with the flush, brought on by
our attention, that descends from her cheeks.
Jane sends Lena up to the house and me to collect the knickers and T-shirt
from the top of the pole as the others move about the perimeter of the dam
collecting various articles of clothing and rinsing them in the water.
Then carrying our wet clothes, we follow Lena up to the house, stopping
along the way while Jane pulls a sawtoothed leaf from a cactus like plant.
Shaking her head, she sighs at the storm wrought devastation of her garden
beds.
As we near the steps, Katy looks speculatively at the rapidly drying mud
pit, but a warning growl from James is enough to send her scurrying ahead
of us up the stairs. When the rest of us reach the verandah, we find Lena
gingerly patting at her sunburned breasts with a towel, her face grimacing
at the pain.
"Here Lena, this should fix your problem." Jane says, holding up the cactus
leaf.
"What are going to do, chop them off?" Lena asks, smiling wanly at her own
joke.
"No silly," Jane replies, "it's aloe vera, I'll squeeze the juice out for
you and you can rub it in. It should stop the skin from blistering."
With towels wrapped sarong style about our waists, we all troop inside.
Lena and Jane stay in the kitchen to attend to her hurts and the rest of us
move through to the lounge. When Katy and Jimmy begin to fight over the
single available seat on the couch, James settles the matter by ordering
them to behave and sit on the mattress.
A few minutes later Jane and Lena come in carrying beer for the adults and
softdrinks for the kids. Lena's bare breasts glisten wetly from the
coating of cactus juice and from her expression, she is obviously in
considerably less distress than she had been only a few minutes earlier.
As Jane returns to the kitchen, Lena drops to the couch between my uncle
and myself and Katy and her brother turn towards us to talk with Lena. As
they talk, Katy lifts her bum clear of the mattress and pulls her towel
from around her waist. Then sitting tailor fashion, she begins to dry her
hair, at one point concealing her face from Uncle Liam with the towel and
winking at me and Lena.
She too is having fun, occasionally crossing and uncrossing her legs,
giving poor Jimmy the impression that her towel might just slip enough to
give him a glimpse of what it hides. By the time Jane returns with a
couple of bowls full of savoury biscuits, he is rather unsuccessfully
trying to hide a hardon, brought about by his mind filling in details of
what his eyes can't quite see.
A moment later, Katy drops the towel and picks up a hairbrush. Handing it
to me, she plunks herself down in my lap with her legs outside mine. As I
go to work on Katy's long wheaten hair, Lena picks up the towel and roughly
scrubs the moisture from her curls. Then taking up the other brush, she
forces my startled uncle's knees apart and sits on the floor between.
"I thought you hated brushing hair." he says to me, patting ineffectually
at Lena's riot of curls.
"No, actually I love it, "I answer, "but Mum makes a chore of it and that,
I don't like at all."
"Here," Lena grasps his wrist and pulls the brush into her hair, "Like
this."
As my uncle, begins to brush Lena's hair with more confidence and
authority, she presses her head into his strokes, arching her back, and
pulling her knees up, until Jimmy abruptly turns away and throws himself
onto his belly with a groan. Jane chuckles at her son's discomfiture,
causing him to blush and let out a strangled, "Mum!" This only causes her
to laugh harder and the rest of us to join in.
Having embarrassed Jimmy enough, our conversation turns to the storm and
the damage that it wrought in town. As we talk, I continue to brush Katy's
hair, enjoying it's silken caress as I run my fingers through it. Finally
though, it is so dry, that it begins to crackle with electricity and stands
out from her head in a diaphanous cloud.
Katy takes the brush from me and puts it on the coffee table, then
stretches out on the couch with her feet in my uncles lap and her head on
her arms in mine. "Scratch my back please?" she asks.
As soon as Katy makes her request, Lena, pushes Katy's feet out of the way
and lifts herself onto the couch between my uncle's knees, saying, "Me
too."
Katy shivers and snuggles deeper into my lap as I trail my fingernails from
the base of her skull down to the top of the crease separating her buttocks
and back. At first I keep my touch light, almost teasing, to sensitise the
nerves of her back. Every now and then more shivers run up and down her
spine and she makes occasional little noises of contentment.
At first my uncle's touch is a little tentative and Lena says, "Geoff's
much better than you. Watch him. Ah, that's it." A little latter she
adds, "Do my sides too." "Further silly, the sticky bits'll tell you when
to stop."
Glancing sideways, I notice that my uncle is looking a little wild about
the eyes, as his fingers follow her instructions. Luckily for him, Lena's
usual swimwear is quite modest and his fingertips just brush the beginning
of the swell of her breasts, before encountering the sticky aloe vera that
coats the sunburnt area.
As I continue to work my fingers up and down Katy's back and increase the
pressure, her murmurs and sighs of contentment become more frequent and
Jane is moved to say, "I hope you're taking notes Dear, I want some of
that."
Getting up from her chair, she tugs her husband to his feet and with a
nudge of her foot, pushes Jimmy to one side. She drops to the mattress,
pulling James down beside her and turns her head towards us as she lies
down. Soon she too is murmuring contentedly.
In front of us, Jimmy looks on enviously, until Lena giggles and says, "Get
the pouf Jimmy, I'll do your back for you."
For several minutes, the only sounds to be heard are, soft moans and sighs
and it comes, almost as a shock, when Jane breaks the silence. "Mm, I'm
starting think we should do this more often."
"What monkey grooming?" James asks, smiling.
"Yeah, that too. No get naked," she replies, "after all, that's what got
this started. That and Geoff rubbing his hands all over half naked little
girls while we were gone."
"Hey I resemble that remark." I protest, as Lena gives an embarrassed
little giggle. Katy just murmurs contentedly.
"Obviously." Jane says with a smile, "You do this often, or has your mum
made this a chore too?"
"Not as often as I'd like and yes, she's spoiled this too." I reply.
Once again we lapse into silence and a couple of minutes later, I begin
searching for the pressure points on either side of the base of Katy's
spine. Finding them, I dig my thumbs in and watch the muscles of Katy's
buttocks clench and relax and then a ripple of contractions run up her
spine. As the ripple passes over her shoulder blades, she gives vent to a
moan of almost orgasmic proportions.
When I look up, I find that all eyes except Katy's are turned on me and
Jane asks softly, enviously, "What the hell did you just do?"
"What this?" I grin, pressing again and watching Katy's back ripple,
drawing another blissful moan from her.
"Yes THAT!" Jane says, "What's it feel like Katy?"
"Wunnerful." Katy murmurs blissfully.
"Oh, it's just a little something I picked up along the way." I say airily.
"Just a little something huh?" Jane say mock dangerously, "Well put that
disgustingly happy offspring of mine down and show James what to do."
Katy protests softly as I gently slide out from underneath her and lower
her to the couch.
"What you have to do," I say, taking up station opposite James, "is get
your subject totally relaxed. Uh Jane, I need to get a bit lower on your
back."
James reaches to roll down the top of the towel about his wife's hips, but
she beats him to it and with a quick tug, she throws the towel aside.
"O.K.," I say, "Start with feather touches first. It makes the skin more
sensitive." James begins on his side motioning me take the other.
After a few seconds of us lightly dragging our nails and fingertips over
Jane's back, she says, "It also, itches like crazy."
"I know," I reply, grinning fiendishly, "it's supposed to. Now be quiet
and let us work."
Working together, James and I cover every square inch of Jane's back and
flanks and we soon have her muscles twitching spasmodically under our
touch, and she's ready for the next phase. "Now, increase the pressure." I
tell James, suiting my actions to my words.
As soon as my fingernails begin to dig in, Jane sighs with relief and
contentment, and the tension visibly flows from her muscles, except for a
knotted group to one side of the small of her back. When James goes to dig
his fingers into them, I shake my head and indicate that he should continue
as we had been doing. He looks at me and raises his eyebrows, but resumes
his scratching.
A couple of minutes later, I push his hands aside and find the right spots,
but instead of pressing, I take James hands and guide his thumbs into
position. "Now press." I tell him.
Beginning in her buttocks, the ripples run up Janes back, as they reach the
knotted muscles, there is a quiet crackling pop and when they pass the
knotted muscles have relaxed with the rest. Jane moans blissfully and
almost seems to melt into the mattress as she relaxes completely.
A few seconds later she rolls onto her side and looks at me strangely,
"Just a little something?" Jane asks incredulously of the audience that has
gathered around us to watch. "The best damned thing this side of the sheets
and he calls it 'Just a little something'." A moment later a look of
surprise crossed her face and she exclaims, "Hey it's gone!"
"Of course." I say dismissively.
"'Of course.', he says!" Jane exclaims rising to her knees, "You gets rid
of a back ache that's been nagging me for weeks and that's all you have to
say?"
"Of course." I grin.
"Grrr! Get him girls." Jane says, and all three of them bear me down to
the mattress. "Your turn." she says, snatching my towel away and slapping
my butt.
Three sets of fingernails begin to trace the lines of my back, making my
skin crawl and they soon have me writhing in delicious agony. For several
minutes, they continue to tease me and when their nails finally dig into my
back, my groan of relief is almost explosive in it's intensity. Some
minutes later their hands leave me and I feel James grasp my hips, briefly
search for the right spot and dig his thumbs in.
The feelings, as the wave of contraction and release flows up my spine, are
indescribable, it's almost as if my back is having an orgasm. Almost as
soon as the surge of pleasure crawls over my scalp, Katy's hands replace
her father's and another blissful ripple washes over me. Lena's hands
replace Katy's and a third orgiastic rush hit's me. Jane, my uncle and
finally Jimmy take their turns, leaving me totally enervated and as limp as
a wet dishrag.
"Is it still, 'Just a little something?'" Jane asks.
I answer with a groan and she chuckles cruelly.
Finally, I recover enough to roll over and sit up and Jane asks, "Where did
you learn to do that anyway?"
"One of the mothers from my mother's dance classes does physio." I tell
her, "I twisted my back when I was setting up the stage for their end of
year display and she did that to me. She reckons, that for minor problems,
this is just as good as massage, she doesn't get sore wrists and as an
added bonus it feels great. And," I continue, "anybody can do it."
Just then the phone rings, and Katy cheekily says, "Time to brush your
teeth Geoff."
"Hello." Jane answers the phone, "Yes, we're fine." "Yes they're still
here. We had a swim and now we're having a couple of beers." "How about
you come over here for a barbie." "No, it's my way of saying thankyou to
Geoff for looking after the girls." "O.K., you do that. See you then.
Bye."
Jane hangs up and looks at us, "O.K. you lot get decent. Liam, go and pick
your sister up. You might want to bring a few of deckchairs too."
A minute later, Lena makes a pained little sound and I look up. She has
already put on a pair of shorts and begun putting on a T-shirt. But there
she has been forced to stop, her hands holding the fabric of the T-shirt
bunched up above her breasts.
"Jane!" I call.
Jane comes to the door of her bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of
Knickers and a bra. "Houston we have a problem." she murmurs. "Come with me
Lena, we'll see what we can do. The rest of you finish getting dressed."
We hastily comply, though Katy ignores the pair of knickers I hold out to
her and wearing nothing but a crop top and a smile, she goes out onto the
verandah. A few moments later she returns wearing her flower power skirt.
A few minutes later, Jane and James emerge with a somewhat sheepish and
still bare breasted Lena. "Where's your uncle?" Jane asks.
"He's already left." I tell her.
"Damn!" she says, "We still have a problem and he probably knows more about
your mother's wild days than you. But I guess you'll have to do. What do
you think her reaction's going to be when she sees Lena walking about like
this?"
"We'll I know she's done a bit of topless sunbathing when I was younger.
But she hasn't done it for a few years now." I say, then grin, "I guess she
stopped about the same time I began to starch the sheets."
Jane laughs at this, and asks, "So you're saying it should be all right?"
"No guarantees," I reply, "but yeah, it should be O.K."
"O.K. then, now that's settled;" Jane says, "Geoff you help James set up
the barbecue. Jimmy the torches, then you and Geoff can take some wood
down to the dam. Girls you come with me." She stops her husband in the
doorway, "Oh and take the big tarp down for the kids to sit on."
***
"You have grown up haven't you?" my mother comments, nodding toward where
three naked kids are standing in the water at the edge of the dam,
illuminated by the ruddy light of the setting sun, exhorting me to join
them.
"In a minute." I yell, waving to them. "What do you mean Mum?"
"That Lena," she says, "Two months ago you were drooling over girls her
age."
"I never..."
"Don't try that one on me." she cuts me off, "I know why you suddenly got
so eager to help with my Display. Last year, I damned near had to drag you
up to the town hall until after the first stage rehearsal, and then after
you saw my intermediates dance group at work, YOU were the one waiting at
the door for me."
"I think it has more to do with self preservation than anything else Jodi."
Jane puts in from her chair.
"How's that?"
"He's seen the way her brothers straighten crowbars." Jane laughs.
"Oh?" my mother raises her eyebrows.
"Like this." Jane mimes holding something across the back of her neck and
pulling her hands forward.
"They don't?" my mother asks incredulously.
"They do." Jane confirms, "They're built like a whole row of brick
shithouses. I've seen them change a tire on a Landrover without a jack."
"Anyway they've got him so scared, he prefers to look at me." she says with
a grin.
"Huh?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you that bit?" Jane asks, knowing full well, that all
she had said earlier was that the kids had been skinny dipping. "After
Geoff took Katy's knickers."
"Geoff!" my mother yelps.
"Jane!" I protest at the same time, "You know damned well she threw them at
me."
"O.K." she laughs, "Anyway after Geoff hung them on the pole out there.
They started playing tag and Katy ended up pulling Lena's clothes off.
They then turned on Jimmy and your coward of a son here came and hid behind
us in what's left of the island there.
"The kids came after him and I teased him, so he challenged me. I thought
he'd back down when I started to unbutton my shirt, but he just held up his
pants.
"When I was younger I never had much time for clothes. So much so, that
when I married James and we moved to Darwin, I shocked the hell out of the
neighbours by walking out to the mailbox stark naked on more than one
occasion. It took James for ever to explain that you just didn't do things
like that in the big smoke.
"You see up until I met James, I'd lived all my life on a cattle station up
in the Territory and any time I wasn't doing school work, I was running
wild with the aboriginal kids. After I'd given my clothes away a few
times, Mum just made me leave them behind.
"Well a bit earlier today, I'd told everybody a story about a rather
unpleasant incident that happened when I was a kid and when Geoff held up
his pants, it reminded me of some of the good times. I snatched them from
his hand and tossed them away and a couple of minutes later the whole lot
of us were skinny dipping. I hadn't felt that free in years.
"You know, your parents have a lot to answer for." she calls out to her
husband, who is drinking with Uncle Liam.
"Why's that?" he calls back.
"Them convincing me that nudity's a sin." she answers. "Though I never
really gave it much credence." she says, turning back to my mother, "I just
went through the motions to keep them happy and let the kids do as they
pleased. But the motions became habits and I've got Geoff to thank for
helping me out of that rut."
"Yeah well, my parents were never as easy as yours," my mother says, "but
after I was divorced, my neighbour convinced me to sunbathe topless with
her on the roof. She said it was a sure fire way of getting a man's
attention, letting him look down the neck of my dress so he could see the
tan kept on going."
"Yeah Geoff told me about that, when I asked him how shocked you'd be, by
Lena." Grinning at me she adds, "He said you stopped when he started
starching the sheets."
My mother giggles at my embarrassed look and says, "As a matter of fact, it
was because we moved to a parochial, little country town. It's just a
coincidence that his voice broke at the same time.
"Actually I never knew he was peeking or I would have stopped earlier." she
turns a halfway stern look on me. "How did you manage that trick anyway?"
she asks, "I wouldn't do it until Coral pointed out the nearest vantage
point was a radio tower over a mile away."
"Do you remember my grade four science project?" I ask?
"Not really." she begins, then her eyes widen, "The periscope?"
Jane chuckles, "Never underestimate the ingenuity of a curious boy. If
you'd just done it out in the backyard he would have ignored you after the
first day or so. But you had to hide up on the roof, so of course he had
to find out what you were hiding."
"I guess you're right." Mum say ruefully.
"Never underestimate a boy's entrepreneurial nature either." I say, leaving
it hanging.
"Why you little shit!" she exclaims loud enough to attract James' and my
uncle's attention.
"What's he done now?" Uncle Liam asks.
"Not now, back when we were living in Melbourne. He was selling peeks at
my boobs." she tells him.
"Coral's actually," I say, examining my nails, "hers were much bigger. And
they weren't peeks, I got twenty cents for five minutes. How did you think
I paid for all of those models and things?"
In the face of the laughter that assaults her from all sides, her ire melts
and she begins to chuckle herself. "How did you keep Andrew quiet? I
don't suppose he was that interested in looking."
"I doubled his pocket money." I answer. "You could buy a lot of lollies for
fifty cents back then."
Just then, Katy leans over me, dripping water in my face. "Are you coming?"
she asks.
"Go on get out of here." my mother says.
"O.K. stop dripping." I say to Katy, pushing her out of the way and sitting
up.
Discarding my shirt, I rise to follow her and my mother sees a chance to
get some of her own back.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asks sweetly.
"No. What?"
"You're in Rome now boy." she says, "What do you do when you're in Rome?"
"As the Romans do." I answer. Dropping my shorts, I stand there squarely
facing my mother, waiting calmly.
"Go on, git." she finally says, turning her head away.
"Here, light the torches." James says, chuckling as he pulls a burning
brand from the fire beneath the barbecue.
Taking the brand, I quickly light the torches protruding from the ground
and the air fills with the sweet odour of citronella. Then after thrusting
the brand back into the fire, I allow Katy to take my hand and lead me down
to the dam.
"What was everybody laughing at?" Jimmy asks as I wade out into the water.
"Oh Mum just found out I used to sell peeks at her boobs when I was a kid."
I answer.
"I wouldn't mind seeing them myself." he answers.
I notice some movement up inside the ring of torches and say, "Well here's
your chance." then raising my voice, "It's twenty cents for five minutes."
"Geoff!" my mother yelps as the other's laugh.
A minute or so later they all troop down towards us, naked as the day they
were born. Silhouetted by the light from the torches, the details of their
bodies are a fairly indistinct, but for a brief moment I see my mother turn
sideways and the outline of her small, fist sized breasts, surmounted by
erect nipples the size and shape of small thimbles. "Hm,' I wonder,
'what's gotten her so excited?'
Over the next half hour or so, we horse around in the water, throwing the
kids and my tiny mother about. A couple of times even, my uncle and I team
up to toss Jane. Like schoolchildren given an unexpected holiday, we
adults break out totally. We take an even greater delight than the kids in
ducking anybody in reach, until they finally retreat in disarray to the
still warm water filling the crater in the island.
Well, we're not going to let them get away with that. En-mass, we descend
upon them and drag them kicking a screaming back into the fray for target
practice. As the first odd man out, I climb onto the diving platform while
the others hold their giggling victims, who do not struggle too
strenuously, in front of them, though Katy is still slippery enough to
require both my mother and my uncle to hold her. I survey the semi-circle
of laughing faces arrayed before me for a few seconds, then launch myself
into a 'headache' right in the middle of them.
I trade off with my uncle for the possession of Katy's right arm, and a few
moment's later he swamps us with a 'honey-pot'. When my mother climbs up
onto the platform and turn to face us, I'm so surprised to see the
flickering light of the torches, reflected from bare skin at the juncture
of her thighs, that I forget to duck when she launches herself and Katy
almost manages to wrench her hand free before I recover.
We continue playing, 'drench the kid' for a couple more rounds, until Jane
decides we've gotten enough of our own back and it's time to start cooking.
After drying each other off, with a lot of giggling and squealing, Jane
sends me and the kids up to the house to bring back the meat and salads.
When we return, we find the older folks sucking on brews and laughing at
some joke. Imperiously, they order us to set things up on the cable drum,
which James had had the foresight to peg to the ground, and bring the meat
over to James and my uncle, who say that only men have the proper skills
needed to barbecue meat.
Uncle Liam then decides that since I have reached my eighteenth birthday
and I'm now officially a man, it's time that I learnt the arcane art of
burning meat. Handing me a beer, they begin delivering instruction,
cheerfully contradicting each other at every turn. Occasionally they
permit me the great honour of turning a sausage or two and then show me how
to do it, as they berate me for my lack of technique.
Finally though the meat is done to their satisfaction and after dumping it
on plates, we retire to our deckchairs, as James cheerfully notes that,
"Serving is 'women's work' and get me another beer."
"Do you want to eat it or wear it?" Jane asks sweetly, "Jimmy, get your
father a beer, and I'll have one too."
A couple of minute later Katy hands me my meal and sits down tailor fashion
between my feet to eat hers. Seeing this, Lena leaves Jimmy alone on the
tarp and appropriates the foot of my uncle's deckchair.
He sits there for a moment then looks up at my mother and asks, "Can I sit
on your chair too Mrs. Lyndon?"
"Sure she replies, making enough room between her feet for him.
After we've finish eating and tossed the bones on the fire, James levers
the hotplate off the fire and builds it up to a roaring blaze. After
handing out another round of beers, he reclines his deckchair and lies down
as the rest of us do the same.
When Katy returns from piling our plates on the cable drum, she pulls my
knees up for a backrest and plumps down on my stomach. Jane immediately
abandons her seat to sit between her husband's legs and recline against his
chest and Lena copies Katy with my uncle.
Grinning, my mother says, "I think you owe Geoff twenty cents Jimmy." and
as we laugh at his embarrassment she pulls him around and cushions his head
on her shoulder.
As the night progresses, we regale each other with tales of our younger
days, or in the case of the kids, who don't want to get themselves into
trouble, tales of their friend's more adventurous exploits. Every now and
then one or the other of the kids get sent off for more beer and we watch
in amusement as they 'sneak' a mouthful before returning.
As the beer does it's work and tongues get loosened, the older folk begin
telling tales on us. Mum tells of the time I came home so drunk I was
unable to stand up and threw up all over the kitchen floor, when she tried
to scold me.
When Jane asks of my punishment, Mum tells her, "I made him clean it up.
With a bucket and cloth. He threw up three more times before he had
nothing more to get rid of and even then he dry heaved for nearly half an
hour."
Jane comes back with the time she caught Katy and Jimmy smoking cigarettes
and how she'd made them smoke the entire packet, making them probably as
sick as me.
Lena looks on smugly, sure in the knowledge that there was no-one to tell
tales on her, when my Uncle says, "When I came to get Geoff this morning, I
found all three of them curled up in bed together and Lena was stuck to his
back like a limpet."
As everybody turns their eyes on the flustered youngster sitting on his
stomach, I divert their attention by asking, "Well who was it that
literally ripped Katy's shorts off and stripped her naked in front of me
and Lena?"
Suddenly all eyes are turned on him and my mother cries, "Liam you didn't?"
"What happened?" Jane asks in a deceptively soft voice.
"Oh, Katy was giving him a kiss goodbye and when she let go, his watchband
got caught up in her shorts. They tore and the next thing he knew, he was
holding a half naked little girl and when she realised what had happened
she dropped, and slipped out of her windcheater as well."
With this, the tension that had briefly filled the air, disappears like a
popped soap bubble and every one bursts out laughing at my sheepishly
grinning uncle.
Not long after that the party breaks up and after dousing the fire and
guttering torches, we carry everything up to the house by the silvery light
of the moon. Then, still comfortably naked, we settle down for a final cup
of tea; Jane in her husband's lap, Jimmy squeezed into Jane's chair with my
mother and Lena and Katy curled up atop my uncle and myself on the couch.
Then, our drinks finished, the kids escort us to the creek and my uncles
car. Tonight, both girls kiss me and my Uncle goodnight and Jimmy shyly
accepts a kiss from my mother.
More than a little under the weather, my uncle drives us home at the
stately pace of fifteen kilometres an hour and then gets bogged at the foot
of the dam wall, leaving us to finish the last hundred yards or so on
unsteady legs.
It is only when we stumble up onto the verandah and flick on the light that
we realise that we'd left our clothes behind. Though, I had had the
presence of mind to bring the bag containing my clothes and other
incriminating evidence home with me.
Somehow or other, it seems different under the harsh, artificial, white
glare of the fluorescent light and after a brief chuckle at our
foolishness, we quickly separate and go to our rooms.
The next morning we dress and sit down to breakfast and as if by tacit
agreement, we say nothing of the previous night, instead our talk once more
turns to the subject of the storm and the quickest way of helping the
Sheads get a roof back over their heads.
One thing I do notice though, is that my mother now treats me on a par with
Uncle Liam and herself, no longer suffocating me with her attentions.
Author: Clayton <clayton@nym.alias.net>
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.
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